the 31st- from recebnt roadtrip
i have had two messages saying they miss me, and believe me it was said in a non-romantic way. they are mothers, friends, very straight, haha. thank you. you are missed, too. and i do hope you have been well.
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it’s nearly november, several hours.
Lenin’s birthday.
3 days away from my house, 3 days away from my alleged center-s, my cores,
nearer to shore, nearer to water,
let waves take me. let me not waver.
from the eye of the storm, its calm, its whisper… to the nose, to the ear,
one said- the groin of the storm,even… to its legs, to its toes, to the edges of its sole,
to talk of spirits, a quaint timely halloween banter, to shrieks and howls, snores and stories.
arm hairs, standing, dancing, quivering.. vibrating- no, that’s the bed.
my bad. not sad.
we laugh.
to eyes interlocking, sentiments a-sharing, love triangles albeit more sides, some deeper, some rougher, they meant to shout at the sea, they meant to throw their baggage into the sea. but the storm kept them at bay, in the JC cottage.
tuna sandwiches. sardines with basil and olives. saucy fishies.
hukot. kana. new filipino words. i know i miss one but o well
cobbled streets. "turista lang po, nakikiraan." no love in pagudpod. "bye love" in pagudpod.
a roadtrip to meet the storm that decided to take a rain check on us.
ang malapot na arozcaldo, ang itlog sa mami. ang mga aswang sa dingding.
maruruming banyo. "may flush naman o" "nagmamadali siguro"
no fals (fff-ulse) tagasimot. he snores!
ang tunog ng dalampasigan. tama nga ba ang salitang iyan?
ay! ey-wan.
di bale, sa susunod, muli nating subukan.
