Vivialine Salve
i.
i should’ve taken the longer route to eastwood city today:
it’s easier to say cubao than ligaya
when you are sad—i am
ii.
loss gives me
charms; woman a sends me a message: hey
condolence! wanna f**k?
we’d stopped seeing each other five days before
iii.
sukli ng 100, ligaya
lang can be translated
into: take me to a
happy place keep the
change
monday morning gets an extra letter
in the second word: u
iv.
woman b asks me are you going to write about me?
i only write about the things i lost—let me lose you first, but even that is no guarantee of me recording you
v.
a power outage at the office
i am dizzy: a dangerous dose of alcohol still runs through
my veins—i just lost somebody
somebody some body
vi.
woman c e-mails me
