the uninvited guest grasps my shoulders from behind at the kitchen sink
where I pour water for him, into our cheapest glassware.
does he know he is not welcome? I will not pour him a gin.
an embrace I had reserved for lovers stolen, by surprise.
taken, as if it were never mine.
as if this body were an orphan, abandoned, left on the steps.
release me! I am smothered by the strength of your hands.
I force him out, lock the door, but he has already stolen the key.
he will come as he pleases, stay as long as he likes.
BINABASA MO ANG
My Body Doesn't Care
PoetryA collection of emotions, experiences, and thoughts related to my body. I hope you can see your own pain in this reflection of mine and perhaps it looks a little clearer.
