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.
two girls were born last night
I helped them put on red underpants right
away, I dressed one in red boots …
Layers, layers, layers / He peeled me raw / I’m a mannequin breath / Held hostage…
“Bienvenue de chez moi!”
The tram doors open to a blustery Wednesday evening. My Malaysian friend has brought me to an Asian supermarket because she wants to taste her way across the distance to home and because I have very little money to eat…
