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Carabaohood

 

Carabaohood

by Roger B Rueda

They dawdle like a soft black bench someone has cast off in the rice field.

Their tone of voice has ancient lilts and synchronisation.

They would not kiss you for a dialogue about the characterm the oblique,

echinated psyche.

Their longing grief is expressed by standing at a standtill.

Under their own steam is their skill.

\For them it is an earthly travail which, for the moment,

they stoop to continue spinning.

They traipse along outer reaches of the countryside continually,

from the moorings to ponds, and peacock on cards

wreathed in flowers considerately.

Their countenance gawk into the vague shadows.

They jiggle their heads like slothful mechanism,

mutely in favour of themselves.

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Who is Maria Clara?

Touch Me Not

by: Regine Cabato

She fancies herself a regular Maria Clara

who is the most popular girl in the school

with a lovely voice and an even lovelier face,

hair cascading down and around it like waves.

If perfection had a personification, she would be it.

Prom Queen. Theater Guild. Choir’s leading voice.

But it stands to be debated (perhaps the Student Council

and Parliament could be of service here) as to

whether or not her man is lucky to have her –

or if she is lucky to have her man.

What is he so busy with anyway?

Why does he not hold her or kiss her on the top

of her head or throw pebbles at her window or

text her ‘Good morning!’ anymore?

He fancies himself a regular Crisostomo Ibarra

the best male role model,

the one every boy wants to be.

President of the Council, Grade-A student,

school paper correspondent, jock. maybe it’s all gotten

into his head so much so that he neglects his sweetheart.

Obviously he does not see her dying inside.

Obviously he does not notice there are also

many other eligible men for her; even worse,

there are many other secret admirers

(stalkers, if not as good-looking) who hide behind

doors and walls and cubicles, always watching,

ever so keenly, waiting for the right moment of breakdown –

the perfect opportunity.

Obviously he does not realize that the demands of the youth are many

and one of them is flesh.

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