After
Alex Tizon’s article "My Family’s Slave" as regards Eudocia Tomas
Pulido
(The Atlantic, June 2017)
Reverse Longing
she misses her plate of steamed
broccoli served
every breakfast in Minnesota:
her hometown of
milkful fantasies sautéed in deep-fried anchovies,
she misses everything about her
birthplace, the
musky scent of her bed sheets after a rowdy night
of midnight love, glossy doorknobs
she always
touched to relish her nook’s modest air.
milk, broccoli, anchovies, bones of
townsfolk
sardines, plates shaken a bit,
splinters of black coffee on the centerpiece
could not be found under nipa,
bamboo, rattan,
only swaddling linens
for healing chicken pox
and phlegm blended with rust.
In Fetal Position
In fetal position
I think of a poem’s saddest lines
While eyeing the room’s darkness
I imagine cruelties
When gripping my knees
Thoughts of resurrection fill me
Listening to my own breaths
Night chill hardly seizes me
Sticking to that posture
Impending nightmares wake me up
Biting my lower lip and tongue
I pay attention to every heartbeat
In fetal position
I think of a poem’s saddest lines
Night chill hardly seizes me
I imagine cruelties
Aloysiusi Lionel Polintan is a Senior
High School Coordinator of Divina Pastora College in Gapan City, Nueva Ecija.
He loves reading and writing poetry, and everything that ranges from Bob Dylan
to Hozier, and from Mahalia Jackson to Christina Aguilera. He is doing research
on intangible cultural heritage of Southern Novo Ecijanos. He maintains a
blog, http://renaissanceofanotebook.blogspot.com
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