Tao Ang Nasa Traffic
Written by Gabriel Ciego • Board by Joseph Andrei Torres | 22 January 24
the lines before home are too long.
my watch stays unbroken, peels
each metal inch
into mindless stretches.
the horizons have their silence
the way I would
have: lazily kept
in shoeboxes hiding
under dusty narra.
later my hands will wave off the beeps
of a nearing jeepney, later grab what loose
change remains in my pocket, later
reach for help, later see
a struggling movement
of clenched fists; only
common coins as fuel.
intramuros, hours ago
was a coastline of marooning
daydreams—ashore
the moment I let it go.
“Humawak ka sa bakal”
the words start to line my stomach
like barbed wire. and in there
I have yet to believe,
the thought escaping, out there,
always, but never not soon.