Naro Alonzo
We pretended to wear helmets, riding-in-tandem on a
walis tingting as police gave chase. Outmaneuvering
invisible sirens with our battle cries. Later, plucked out sticks from our “motorcycle” and haloed the ends, dipped them
in overjoyed water. Rings pregnant with rainbows, we blew side by side, midwifing, dared to prolong each birthing.
We pulled out a few more sticks and broke them enough to rib cage a kite, held the thread like our future white hairs sexed
into a fishing line. What was left of the broom was less than my wrist now, so we hiked up our skirts to loot
again a coconut tree. You went ahead of me, our feet filling the trunk’s carved crescents where our mothers’ have been.
Ants and beetles braving our calves as we laughed to hide our hands held captiv
