jeepney story

there is a joy to be found in cramped spaces -
if it weren't for the rush hour,
or the multitude of people,
or the shortage of public transportation,
the jeepney wouldn't have been filled enough
for us to be this close.

(thank god for five thirty.)

even if only our elbows touch -
if only the skin on our thighs are snug enough,
skin thriving on skin-

even if this would only last for as long we don't arrive too soon -

I never knew how lovely the words "para ho" was,
until we said it in chorous.




***
Judge me all you want. You don't know my story.

faith

she wrote, on a piece of paper (for it was her name, and the virtue she sought in her man.) That, to her dismay, was a question unanswered for trust was something he wasn’t capable of. It was a truth realized in her bruised limbs and cigarette scars - and on that piece of paper, that crucial step to deliverance - the first wise decision she made in years after choosing to marry a drunkard.

"Yes, Isabel" she whispers to the little girl on her side (the one with the long hair and the brooding eyes and the same untended wounds.)

"Hindi ka na magagalaw ni papa."

jeepney story

there is a joy to be found in cramped spaces -
if it weren't for the rush hour,
or the multitude of people,
or the shortage of public transportation,
the jeepney wouldn't have been filled enough
for us to be this close.

(thank god for five thirty.)

even if only our elbows touch -
if only the skin on our thighs are snug enough,
skin thriving on skin-

even if this would only last for as long we don't arrive too soon -

I never knew how lovely the words "para ho" was,
until we said it in chorous.




***
Judge me all you want. You don't know my story.

faith

she wrote, on a piece of paper (for it was her name, and the virtue she sought in her man.) That, to her dismay, was a question unanswered for trust was something he wasn’t capable of. It was a truth realized in her bruised limbs and cigarette scars - and on that piece of paper, that crucial step to deliverance - the first wise decision she made in years after choosing to marry a drunkard.

"Yes, Isabel" she whispers to the little girl on her side (the one with the long hair and the brooding eyes and the same untended wounds.)

"Hindi ka na magagalaw ni papa."