To the Beautiful Boy who Sat in Front of Me

A captured moment: Your white shirt, faded blue

Jeans and black sneaks,

Folded inside

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.

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CARD DRAWN:

FIVE OF CUPS

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.

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