A cold in olden times Rests easy with Vicks VapoRub, Mirinda and SkyFlakes. In this, the present, A cold demands a drop of blood, Cold steel on your skin, a drug. And she sleeps, it’s winter.

Wicked muse, fair-weather friend, I can’t talk to you tonight; The sounds of raindrops descend Like soft breeze on a dim light. An everyday has mussed my face, Shall I get up to brush my teeth? You tempt me with an odd verse And not…

I pluck a wilderness To match the warm darkness. I snuggle into a ball, Feeling the cold begin to touch my head. I squint, There’s maybe a light, Maybe a light. Make me a light.

I entered my home and found myself in a fish market Where I dipped my hand in a tub And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp. A tiny bottle flew to my other hand And I squeezed, The scent of sampaguita wafting…

Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds, Redeemed in a different angle That sees you blue. They hug you and you carry them. But every so often, You blacken that which you nurture, Spit on the face of an adventurer, Thinking,…

The words that don’t come together Smell like the freshly-baked buns That you can’t eat Because the scale glares back at you; The bread sits in the oven Like the Instagram coquette in the red skimpy boots, Her shiny skin on the golden sand, Captioning…

He bewitches from the screen, A word per drop of caffeine; He reads to her her fortune From an old newspaper in June. The blueness appears to spread For now, it’s on his forehead, Then at once, his nose it shines And from the sky…

I am the beads of sweat Trickling from my scalp To the puddle forming Under my feet. (I am not my feet.) My hand-me-down sneakers Accuse my legs Of that I am guilty of; (I am not my guilt.) That the sun Towards which I…