Sunday after Mass the priest behind the screen prescribes three Our Fathers ten Hail Marys three Glory Be’s for dropping ecstasy laced with cocaine Friday cybersexing all night Saturday with Hot&Horny35 from Denmark blond blue-eyed swimmer’s body in search of Asian or Latin American bottom it must’ve been his lucky night found both continents in you as Pablo Sanchez Puerto Rican Pinoy 22 str8acting gay son of cultural attaché stationed in Manila posh bungalow glasscapped subdivision MadMax securityguards indoorpool beachhouse in the province near a volcano within a lake fivecar garage you drive home to your harddrive set up a blind date Monday evening you and only you end up keeping Romeo 23 goodlkn Moreno versatile is blaming the rain there’s flood right outside my room I tried to reach your cellphone says your voicemail but will try again you forgive him you’re Catholic you wait by the phone all day Wednesday that does not ring until Thursday morning comes it is nobody special only your mother asking for fashion advice Madame Imelda’s 75th birthday bash at Manila Hotel go minimalist you say Prada or SoEn you blast Madonna as Evita Peron right out of your Cityland condo studio 14 square meters reboot the PC replace five pounds of beerbelly with sixpack abs nice smoothchest wellhung a George Michael goatee you christen yourself not Mark that was earlier this week not John that was last week what’s left? two option Luck17 cute afterschooldaddy bicurious cyber phone okay or Matthew37 6’1 brwnhair hazeleyes Italian FilAm from Big Apple will be visiting in two weeks you compromise and enter the chatroom as Paul26 into 69 top please no fems or drags a macho ritual you picked up along with lying to please the glare of the screen that answers back right away from ReadyEddie Chinito 30 5’10 160 lbs bottom discreet you score big he’s a banker with high interest in designer labels and French cuisine let’s hook up dinner first al Le Soufflé maybe last full showing at Glorietta4 or Starbucks for Frappuccino you’ll know him by the Emporio Armani spreadwinged golden eagle logo across his chest he’ll spot you by your thousand peso Paris runway haircut DKNY blk shirt Hugo Boss stretch pants containing chocolateflavored Trust condoms and free samples of Astroglide lube distributed by a non-governmental organization in Ermita just in case 2 a.m. Saturday strikes with another round of Jose Cuervo Gold tequila shots at Giraffe his American Express corporate card picks up the tab you know he says I’ve never been with a poet and gives you the most beautiful smile in history then vanishes forever as if to say ReadyEddie has left the room or is simply ignoring you.
R. Zamora Linmark
Is it the Garcia Lorca kind faithful as a cricket's tune about a boy fishing in a pool of rainwater for his lost voice praying it'll sing back so he can wear it on his finger again like a wedding ring? Maybe it's the anti-parakeet Nicanor Parra kind remorseful as a memoir that survived four wars half a dozen sexually transmitted depressions insomnia- inspired hallucinations and a dedication to its remaining readers last count forty-five asking them to burn each page upon reading memories it had tried to capture unless it's the Paz kind not Paz-be-with-you of olden days difficult now to digest Paz or any Zense of peace without Belano or Bolaño pearly-gate-crashing in an Impala slingshooting saints out of their poses harping on angels reciting bad poetry aloud anything to disturb the last of the angry gods' siesta atop a mountain of ashes once rich without meaning.