Inhale, hold, exhale
In my pale boxers, I lean on the railings of the balcony, a can of pineapple juice in one hand, a lit cigarette burning a hole through me in another. My cellphone is… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2012
Magkano (Updated 20/2/2012)
When the curtain falls, we see RICK inside a room of a motel. Knock. Rick doesn’t budge. The door opens and JOE enters. RICK You’re late. JOE Sorry po. Daming tao sa Recto.… Continue reading
The Morning After
I drink pineapple juice to detoxify myself. 100% del monte, fiber-enriched. I stare at the mess of last night, postponing the clean-up. That’s always what sucks about a party, innit? Grabbing the broom,… Continue reading
Happy Birthday
Now you are As I was before When I met You were wide- Eyed and innocent Then three years Ago now You are stronger for Then you were A child now You are Still but when I see You… Continue reading
I nibbled on a guy’s ear and felt nothing but awkwardness yet I still don’t like the idea that he may be having sex with my drunk heart-broken friend tonight.
Warm beer around the ashtray of a slut. Toasting fury over drunken trembles. Finding rapid exits here at Sarah’s. Uneaten isaw wand’ring frigid now.
Her Name
“The heart wants what the heart wants. Even that which is worst for it.” “Yes, Hippolyta, we Amazons are warriors. But we are women, too.” – Wonder Woman (2009) Her name,… Continue reading