Smoky mountain really blows my way today
Soles of our feet and fingernails all black and grey
Fish rotting slowly on the roof
Another fire in the neighborhood
Frozen sugar water in a bag
On the corner where we hang around
Flies on our skin too much to count
Prickly heat under our baggy pants
Garbage like treasure harbored
They say Mary cries blood
Quézon City smog
Piling up like clouds
I took a deep breath
Rain falls, falls till it's at my waist
Chicken shrieking, chop off their heads at 3 a.m.
Anthem in the morning flies away
Electricity won't last the day
Moskito
Sting