To the Beautiful Boy who Sat in Front of Me
A captured moment: Your white shirt, faded blue
Jeans and black sneaks,
and a colorful
Bag slung over one shoulder
As I text (or rather
Pretend to; really, does the shutter
Sound give it away?)
Your eyes hide under
Mirrors of veiled darkness
My beautiful boy, why a tear
Falls from your eye; whisked away
perhaps, no one would notice
My sad beautiful boy
Are you lonely, mi uno y unico?
As am I. My tongue has tasted bitterness
Inside mouths of random
Men, unlike you. My beautiful
Boy, why are you so sad?
Was it the pinch of a slut; or
the cry of a babe, the click of a gun;
maybe, baby, no more yesterdays.
My beautiful boy, I can make you
feel, my breasts, do you want
To lay your head on them? I’ll stroke you
your hair, sigh to me. Broken we were
but see, now, my boy
Broken fragments we are
Together now, glued skewed
Facing imperfect, impractical
Targetting tomorrow and the vicious evil eye
Of the world and love
The shards that pierce our skins
Or maybe we’re really just two lonely strangers on a sad jeepney ride to Philcoa.
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.