Everytime I meet the sea I call Kadalamma at the Corniche, it calls me her kadal-kutti, her sea child, floating inbetween the gaps of land. Kadalamma says I will come back to her…
this poem began in the belly of a fish in the south china sea, which was then caught, fried, and served
as a seven-dollar meal, rice included, at barrio fiesta in lucky plaza. this poem began on a yellowing page
in an unchecked library book about jose rizal’s noli me tangere.