Google Please Translate
— Gabrielle Bonifacio
the second it takes to type i could versus the minute it will take for me to correctly conjugate kaya. my apologies to God. the pulse of a lacuna. anang, as in my inaanak trying to pronounce ninang and giving me a new name to become. dearly beloved. an adjective for how we tend to name all the things we carry. waffle, cat, mochi. me and the kid talking about the dogs that we will one day call ours. give chance to others and the melody of syllables cradled by my parents tongues. the name of a crush spelled out in secret: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . a future that holds our queer bodies to the light. a love letter touching you back. mahal but not touristy. ilysm i listened to your favourite song. the meaning of home country mining home land. the fist that resists in spite of statistics. walang hiya (affectionate). come on now kaya mo yan. because i just wanted to tell the kids magsalita ka kahit mali. because i didn’t believe myself. this poem as a wounded verb still running. this poem as a girl seeking penance. absolution as the tenderness of a dream told in my first language. translate because how else can i explain it? the taste that lingers the morning after; mouth feeling something like muscle memory, even when i don’t remember all the words.
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