I've always wanted to play the part
of that puckish pubescent Filipino boy
in those John Wayne Pacific-War movies.
When he finds his wife in bed with another man--
The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach,
remembers the longanisa and the tapa he had for breakfast.
“I like dappled hats,” she said
as she lit the incendiary device.
He enjoyed her wet diphthongs
This is where the typhoon starts—
inside the fourth paragraph,
ten city blocks away,
The angle of delight is best
achieved while rubbing
the pluperfect button
How do you enter that Manila
frame of mind, that woven
mat of noodle house restaurants,
In the slums of Tondo, people dwell
in shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo,
corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.
on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.
Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
If you come to Mojacar
and peel open an orange full of worms,
count how many there are because
those are the days it will take for your body