"Stretched" by Ashley Abigail Gruezo Resurreccion
by Pamilerin Jacob
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I’d like to be called a hole
the truth can drop into with -out snapping its ankles, the soft landing of the mystical, think how haloed the entrance, light smeared like toothpaste around the edges of the old cold, obstruction—that doubt-- dissolved, can you imagine the fate of the world in hands like that, a life so riddled with unction it glints like fireflies released from a fist, charging towards the sky, I’d like also to be called my boy, the way my father does whenever he remembers the Singapore trip he took that year he thought he was dying, I saw magic he’d say, they turned naira notes to dollars, awe and starlight, escaping his warm mouth |
