Sunday, September 21, 2014

ON REMEMBERING

I.

the last time i saw myself
was at the bottom of a cup
reflected in red porcelain,
and the last time i tried to remember,
i was peering through a hole,
a cut-out void.
the last time it was this quiet was at 3PM
siesta——    but unlike the dawn
there were no ghosts, only children
who are no longer children,
siblings whom you share marrow and bone,
born a year after the other during the
episode of when our parents loved each other
a little more.

now, only a little less.

the universe stretches itself into black
and space takes away what it can,
so that by some principle, we are only left
with floating unknowns.
angry at the weight of gas upon gas
the planets creak and continue to spin.
us, too, in our own orbits move in motion
where time does not end and nothing is last.
rotating
bearing the weight of people
upon people upon people.

II.

the last time Jupiter fell was in a dream.

Friday, May 2, 2014

OUR TRAGEDY OF GRAND ORDER

on a single street
was a stretch of sad images:

  a coffin and empty chairs,
  an empty wake,
  an entire village wiped out by fire,
  rubble, broken house,
  girls smoking cigarettes

miles ahead is an inexhaustible universe,
all these, a portrait of our uncertainty.

we cry for the things out of our control,
we contain our excitement
in fear of jinxing things,
all the while secretly wishing
that the world be in our favor
and allow us to spill as much feelings
as we can afford

but instead
it is the opportunities that spill
time tumbling downward
we, losing ourselves
chasing.
we no longer persist like a firefly glow,
dancing no longer in motion.
the universe has betrayed us.
we are beautiful, yes.
promising and ripe like a peach,
like a woman
but we no longer feel kind.

this is our uncertainty.
tags: napowrimo, x