It has been three seasons since I last saw you, she hums. I was beginning to forget your face.

I’m running out of options. because I like the impossible sound of a typing speed that isn’t going anywhere.

& her handshake is an embrace. The second mystery is that she smiles the vowels of my name

Would you buy flowers for yourself? Can you tell me all the people who would? The people who have?

How many spoonfuls of shame must you measure out To start the recipe of my humanity?

I find a sunny place to survive. Every morning, a new magnum opus greets me & I am so awake & my parents don’t have to worry.

My father insisted that I should have perfect handwriting.

In the refrigerator: an unopened bottle of orange juice with half the sugar already missing because my mother remembered

This is what joy looks like: palm to palm, radiant, mga kasama. Sing like every tomorrow is infinite