Passing Through Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

Passing Through Me



a shattered mirror right under the bed
reflecting light from the holes of the wall
that the termites ate,

you pass through me when i speak to you
you leave me a scent of stone and ash

that is how i know about all of you
now try recalling, what do you know of me?

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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