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Can you feel six feet cuddle on your
back between your failed wings?

Are you lying naked on a bed of mothballs;
the musk tainting your pores?

Is bloodletting a form of sex?

Do you hear a mother praying by
the egg-filled hole of your belly?

When a 'roach crawls into your sleeping
mouth, is it merely seeking heat?

Or, like a man, does it crawl
backwards searching for a womb?

© Omar F. Telan

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SEPTEMBER 11
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SETS 

  CORAZON AMAYA-
  CAÑETE
  Pitungpu't Pitong
  Puting Tupa


  KIM CASTRO
  Don't Lie to Me
  About Power


  VICTOR P.
  GENDRANO
  Ang Aking Bayan -
  My Homeland


  TALA HAIRSTON
  Blizzard Blast

  TALA FLORENTINO
  KERNAN
  I Am The Head Who
  Only Eats Bodies


  JOSEPH O. LEGASPI
  My Grandmother,
  In Increments


  ANGEL MAGAHUM
  Ang Sampaguita

  MAURESE OWENS
  Monday Evening

  HAPPY GAIL C.
  SALINAS
  My New Eyes

  OMAR F. TELAN
  Poem After Neruda

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