Tag: writing

Boat of aid to Gaza
“Can Thunberg swim well?”
With Jet2 holidays you can save 50 pounds per person!
I have a partner I wanted to fcuk hard
but so out of reach, so far away.
I see a wrinkle in my eye—
a permanent mark, to where I show my smile.
With the Statue of Liberty in the background,
I realized the ferry was free.
Zohran Mamdani for Mayor in NYC,
Catching up with memes,
at katok sa pinto. Tao sa tao.
Kampanyang ala-Leni Robredo.

Sa kabila ng kawalan ng Pinoy
as IG reels representative ng boycott,
Namumutiktik sila sa Facebook.
Habang pinuputakte ng Zionist
at bashers at troll farmers
ang targeted ads na pusa
at NCAP at mga pagtatakip sa plate ng sasakyan.
May bago na palang taxi mula sa Vietnam.
Kung saan tayo ang dating nagtuturo
ng pagpapalay, at pagbibigas, sila na
ang nag-eexport ng expertise
sa patuloy na lumulubog
na Pilipinas.

Ruby-chan! Hai! Nani ga suki?
Pinatay muna ang social media.
Nagtungo sa messenger,
nakita ang balita.

May isang kaibigang
tumigil ang mundo.
Binisita ko nitong
nakaraang linggo,
at ang nakita ko ay pagkakabuklod,
ng mga kaanak, kaibigan,
at akong random classmate
ng isang yumao.
Hindi ko alam kung ang pagtutula(ng ito)
ay makapagbigay hustisya
sa mga nakaraang araw ng pahinga.

Nagulat ako at nagising:
Tanghali na.
Lunes na (naman!)

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Poetics:

This is my tiktok and IG and facebook last weekend, with a touch of me-time cooking left-overs and ganking in ML. I visited a high school classmate and I felt fear and loneliness because I was a very extrovert, but now with a bookish community being broken about the issues with the Philippines as the Guest of Honor in Frankfurt Buchmesse, I don’t even know where to start building a community again. Maybe I was outrageous of it being broken, or I overthink too much. Maybe all I need to do is to reach out to friends who can help me when I get old, and visit them and talk to them heart-to-heart.

That visit of the dead made me think if I invested enough, or should I start caving in again and be ready. Sigh, is this what the midlife crisis is? Or maybe another episode of existential dread…?