You can play like a big cat but
That's still just a kitty,
And I hear you roaring yet
They sound like meows to me.
Other felines especially like fish,
You purr at the taste of meat.
Blood dye whiskers,
Fresh enough when pulse still beats
And colors tread in cheeks;
She was just a thirsty drunk
And I, a glass of whiskey.

nagugma ak sa imo
i remember you once told me this
as we lingered on a riverbank
for the sunset

how can i unlove my mother tongue
when it sounds like a tune
that emanates from your lips

What is the delicious idiocy of tonight?
wherein I do the opposite of light
sway around the kitchen with sugar
and cream chilled down to the icy bone
of starlight and the freezer door ajar's breath

I sing my teeth no I sink my spirit into
the pacing around the kitchen a 5-foot arc
wherein I rise above pettiness and drink again
and probe for soft melt with my faux silver spoon
this is so good and so sweet i think like a thumb