I taste this morning
in sweat dripping from my brow
black tea leaves and me.
pulled taut against bones
weighed down by instant noodles
You made an imperfect heart
in my mocha latte.
It was beautifully imperfect.
It was perfectly flawed.
The dragon I am
in one quick gulp.
August is cruel
baking the earth underneath
a blanket of haze.
Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees.
A treasure awaits release in fallen trees.
I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak.
I cobble together tables from fallen trees.
Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave.
An artificial forest without fallen trees.
Without coarse woody debris the cycle is halt-
edited out dried leaves, fungus spores, fallen trees.
Where trees fall, new growth, one life brings forth a thousand
a nebula, cradle, crafted from fallen trees.
On August 1, 2016, my review of To Love As Aswang appeared on the Halo-Halo Review.
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I adore this book. I am not saying this because I was asked to. To be honest, I asked to be a reviewer simply because I loved Diwata so much that I could not wait to read the next collection by Reyes.
By the by, I would like to announce that I am now taking book review requests. If there is a book you believe I or anyone should read, please provide a suggestion below. Thank you.