03.04.04; Saturday Six, 00:02
Favorite eye-level billboards in Cagayan de Oro: 199 [for] 4 Hours Daily and 209 [for] 5 Hours Daily. Favorite Cagayan de Oro establishment: Detective agency. Suplado sa Personal of the Week: Cebu Pacific’s male steward who, after manifested unwillingness to satisfy our needs and whims, went to the front, bared his teeth and hosted the I-forgot-how-many-hundred-feet-from-the-sea-level game show unwittingly called Box Or Kahon? Titles/descriptions/pronouns used for me from airport until CDO: Sir, nephew and he. Theories why I was perceived as a male being: 1. Male population made an abrupt boom = x. 2. Work out flattened my chest instead of my tummy = x. Therefore, 0. No. of minutes spent looking for my half-sister: 0. This month’s vaginal event: The arrival of Petra. Impact: Signal # 2 plus some restricting force that made me change my mind in taking a pool plunge.
COMPOSED IN CAGAYAN DE ORO CITY
To swallow must be its major function
And start up this process called digestion
Licking the dripping ice cream is its flair
Something that others can’t dare to perform
It can be stuck out, wiggled like a worm
When silly things were absorbed by the ears
It’s also a means of forbidding grins
To widen the contours of lips and chin
It contributes in oral speeches, too
For it releases the words, false or true.
Now as I stare to the throngs of people
I’ve realized that I’m in deep trouble
Surrounded by powerful, foreign tongues
My voice sounded like a dwarf’s, then left me
Alone in a jampacked solitary
Their breaths terminated my heart and lungs
Making way for the tears to deluge down
The instant I shuck the mask of a clown
My memory won’t lose grip of this night
When emptiness enveloped me so tight.