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Issue 2, March 2009

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At 5:12 p.m. Everyone Occupies A Grid
Hossannah Asuncion

Once I watched a father trying
to move his daughter. He lifted
her, hands tucked under her arms,
but only managed to move
her away from the stump
of her body.
She wasn't bleeding though.

But I am bleeding everywhere.
What normally beats
in my chest now pulses
on the arm rest between
my father and me. It stains
the interior. It is ordinary. I am
embarrassed. My father replies
by flicking at clots,
Sumasakit ang mga puso ng lahat ng tao.

***

I am unsure what happens in silence.
I only know I am different when I leave it.

***

Nanay has dinner waiting,
if it is fried fish, he is reminded
of his mother. Nanay
knows he is home
when the channel changes.


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