The Stars

As I walk this distance between our house and your goats,
I dream of us:
that there are no wrinkles and salt on your face,
that there’s more laughter from my mouth.
That your face and my mouth can feed
the entirety of our children.

As I walk this distance between our house and your goats,
I cry for us:
for the fantasies alongside teleseryes,
the lists of our debts in the neighboring sari-sari store,
the lovemaking that has turned into a sour chore.

I am walking barefooted between our house and your goats
and my heart swells with deep yearning.

I am fetching your goats every dusk, my dear,
so when you come home,
you only need to gaze at my sleeping face
and watch the stars from the tears and holes
of our roof.

This poem was written by our Co-founder, Kristine Buenavista – inspired by our collab-artist Ghing. This is also in print via Poetika Anthology, 2018.

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