i had this buffet breakfast
alone
after a walk
alone
and as i was drinking my choco
in tiny sips
to savor the taste of
chocolate
ness
alone
there is this child whom if you see
what i see
you need not ask anymore if
he is autistic
he is
running from one corner to another
as the yaya moving like another autistic
chases him
what a servant
poor servant hired to keep him
safe
the boy snatched my turon
and i smile
of course i understand how things are
his parents are both doctors of medicine
affluent
and famous in davao
the yaya is
homely
but the child is terrible
biting her left shoulder in exchange for
her
understanding
and did i tell you while we were in that
taxi that
life is fair
the poor is born to serve the rich
who also shoulders the burden of looking for money
and keeping them
and too taking care of all the abnormalities of
this world
how humble they become
with autism in their hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem