I, busy shelving picture books
All while dreaming of TV cooks,
was unaware that viral counts
jumped over predicted mounts.
The number of infected hosts
Bloomed like algae along our coast.
Notified of the coming harm,
I let fall books from my arm.
My thoughts raced to the San Francisco Bay
To my family, 800 miles away.
A library page no longer
Just a child, filled with hunger,
For the family I left behind
For the pay, the hustle, the grind.
Locked inside an unlocked prison
Quarantined in isolation
Disinfecting, I made so clean
My body of Covid-19.
In my sterile home, I must stay
From my family, 800 miles away.
Threats of furlough, not so subtle,
Increased our collective struggle
Underneath an orange regime
which history will not redeem.
Yet, I found myself quite lucky
To be employed while I study
Librarianship by the sea.
A rare gift afforded to me
From my family, 800 miles away
Where my roots will never decay.
Eventually, those with power
Deemed me an essential flower
Whose fruitful labor must be reaped
So the wealthy can safely sleep.
I, then, with my fellows, returned
To our buildings, where we learned
How to better serve our patrons
Not as before but as strict matrons.
To my family, 800 miles away
I send my hopes for a better day.
Wish you had taken better care of your lungs
Or of our hearts, dad,
But now, I find it harder to breathe without your tobacco.
Lost in Translation
An old leather suitcase with scuff marks from planes, trains, automobiles A gradient of nurses' scrubs starting at white and ending in cartoon characters against pastel backgrounds Letters written in a language that tastes like sea salt and sounds like a storm after a drought Balikbayan boxes stuffed to the bursting with the spoils of the new world An ancient weight scale used to ensure the delivery man is being fair with his prices Yellow legal paper and cursive inked by an amateur's hand The form of a mother, just off from work, slumped over a table before the television, snoring The form of a child placing a blanket on her mother's shoulders Telephone calls then silence Silence then telephone calls Pancit on Styrofoam plates A broken lamp once wielded like a sword A plastic oar used to shoo away rats An expensive living room set turned into a bed for an overworked mother Discarded Newport cigarettes in the outside garbage bin A tear stained blanket A diploma wrapped up in plastic Muffled voices on landlines Muffled voices on cell phones The warmth of a hug The smell of a sister's hair The way she drove her car around Motown on the radio Burnt rice at the bottom of a sauce pot
Google Translated Language
Ang wikang lumalabas sa aking mga labi, sumusunod sa agos na hindi ko mahuhulaan. Ito ay bumubulusok nang malalim mula sa loob ng aking mga baga, nakakakuha sa mga baluktot na bangko ng mga salmo, winasak ang mga bundok ng pag-aalinlangan, habang nagpapakintab ng mga bato gamit ang bagong ritmo.
The language drifting from my lips
follows a current I can't predict.
It springs deep from within my lungs,
catches on the crooked banks of psalms,
erodes mountains of indecision,
while polishing rocks with new rhythm.
Last Resort Remix
After Papa Roach Cut my womb into pieces! This is our last resort! Ovulation, I'm bleeding! Don't give a fuck if your shitty God's seething! This our last resort! Cut my womb into pieces! This is our last resort! Ovulation, I'm bleeding, don't give a fuck if your shitty God's seething! They don't even care if I die breeding! Everything's wrong. Nothing's right. Whose going to take my life tonight? Chances are the Senate might. Mutilation out of sight. They're contemplating matricide! 'Cause they're losing sight, they're losing cash, I wish the stock market would finally crash. Losing they're sight, Losing they're cash, I wish the stock market would finally crash. When will they realize that we're spread too thin? It's too late now, maggots crawl underneath my skin! Abandoning! Starving in silence among senseless violence. I hit rock bottom again and again. Where do I even begin? It all started when I lost my sisters stars snuff out at night hands covered in blisters. Understanding! Their pain is the same as mine, their blood is mine. Their flesh pulled from the wires. Their bodies slump over, set out to expire. 'Cause they're losing sight They're losing cash I wish the stock market would finally crash! Losing they're sight Losing they're cash Wish the stock market would fucking crash! Everything's wrong. Nothing's right. We're hiding, and dyin'. We're dyin', we're dyin', we're dyin', we're dyin'. I can go on this way! Cut my womb into pieces! This is our last resort! Ovulation, I'm bleeding, don't give a fuck if your shitty God's seething! Everything's wrong. Nothing's right. Whose going to take my life tonight? Chances are the Senate might. Mutilation out of sight. And they're contemplating matricide. 'Cause they're losing sight, they're losing cash, I wish the stock market would finally crash. Losing they're sight Losing they're cash I wish the stock market would fucking crash. Everything's wrong. Nothing's right. We're hiding, and dyin'. I can't go on this way! Can't go on this way! Nothing's right.
The Coldest Days
The coldest days you’ll ever see aren’t the winter daytime freeze. Sure they’ll have you blue as ice but honey that’s pleasure, that’s nice. No, the coldest days you’ll ever … Continue reading The Coldest Days
Learn from the poppies
Wild poppies grow not in perfected gardens but in desturbed earth.
These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, justice, and love. These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, justice, and These United States cannot reconcille with wisdom, These United States cannot … Continue reading United
I’ve read what you’ve thought
I’ve read what you’ve thought of poetry and prose of singers and ‘hoes of lovers under covers of killers, spine chillers I’ve heard what you said of beauty, and human … Continue reading I’ve read what you’ve thought