D’morvie Suites

…..Yacapin-Capistrano Streets

No, we’ve never been here together in our dry seasons. In 2017, an ex made me a makeshift glory hole. God knows how many times you checked in here, a landscape of the stale. We could have helped each other out.

Searing songs of cadence to the long bygone dusk, our footsteps will fall.¹ I hear your pulse, the hum in your sleeping throat, behind the wooden doors. The dripdripdrip of water from the AC, a car honks by the parking lot.

• Tags: Alton Melvar M. Dapanas, Issue 26, Philippines, Poetry