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I am pleased I will soon die and with me the pressing need to make a terrible, terribly poignant film…

That two shells could be connected at their centers is a new thought I’ve never had. The way the canvas with its colors now turns into cubes. My life has been livid with itself for too long.

Two swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…

I laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself…

Tumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong…

Before I was born, my mother says, there was another boy. My brother. One day, half-asleep during lunch…

When the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…

When my turn came, my father dressed me meticulously like a piece of dried fish. We all bear the jagged…

It’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively

they seem to believe the world will go…

wake up in pre-
dawn Brooklyn,
make water, heat water, squeeze
lemon, crush home-grown (at Joseph’s
on 68th…

The end, I think, will be a little like looking down as far as I can see to where the wind has kicked…

The euphemism is “infusion” when confusion is what happens, and depends on no time in particular especially…

[if you marry your confession, you can live alone inside it. no priest behind the window. no wife or…

[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…

[all my exes agree i’m too sensitive. inside i’m keeping track of slights on one long receipt, a diaristic…

Why yu always ask stupid question, ee?
The man call mango head because him head
shape like mango. What…

I love cherries.
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…