Post by thepoetslizard on Oct 10, 2008 15:53:15 GMT 2
Shakira Andrea Sison is a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine from the University of the Philippines in Los Banos. She was a Fellow for Poetry at the 35th U.P. National Writer's Workshop in Davao City (1999) and is the Co-Founder of the U.P. Sappho Society.
Calamine was an old concoction for the nagging itches which kept us unstill.
We dabbed the starchy fluid on the bites of past unions. You squirmed, chasing rashes shaped like faces, picking scabs like bits of dust.
I had to tie you up to conceal the scratches on your skin, and you stopped moving.
In silence there is healing but not absence of sin.
source: Babaylan, ed. Nick Carbo and Eileen Tabios (aunt lute, 2000)
There is no name for the spaces fluids fill, smoke stains, and the smell of friction remains.
We call them by the scars left by rings and hands invisible bands whose emptiness demands a little more than pain.
(You sat on these cracks and told me what I can't reach can't be bought.)
Only between fingers can we really feel what other numbed surfaces cannot.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2008 21:06:23 GMT 2 by shayepoet