Out in the sunshine fluttering through the garden-
two little boys – pins and nets and sticks.
Chasing after her.
Iridescent wings now too tired to fly
and a beguiling rose
in front of her.
She rested for awhile when
two muddy fingers picked her up
by the wings.
She writhed and squirmed in their grasp.
They laid her down on the ground –
Spread-eagled while the boys
Laughed and plucked her legs.
Pinned her down with needles
Pulledd her wings and let it fly in the wind.
When they were done they left,
For another great adventure.
Poor little butterfly lay dying on the ground.
Around her insects came-
Her fault for flashy wings.
Her fault for going into the garden.
Her fault for being a butterfly.
I wish I were
a different person
I’d make different choices.
I wish I made
I’d be a different person.
they call their phones, cameras, cars, and gadgets their babies.
Sometimes christen them with names
They cry when they fall,
They go crazy when they don’t work
and go ballistic when phones are left at home.
They keep saying they wouldn’t survive the day
Without their gadgets.
If their cars get the lightest scratch,
they’d be prepared to wage a war.
Why can’t they do that with people too?
Akong bilib sa kaugalingon nako ga saguyod sa yuta.
Gabaguod kog dala aning gipangbati nako.
Wala ko kabalo unsa akong buhaton.
A quiet afternoon.
Distant murmur of a neighbor’s radio.
Sunlight filtering through glass the glass windows.
Dancing curtains caressing an invisible companion.
A comfortable warmth.
Polished wooden floor cool beneath my feet.
Muffled screams. Thud.
A butterfly wandered in.
I managed to get away with
A spin in my vision
A ring in my head.
My first kiss stolen.
My heart wild.
My virginity was intact.