The word is “never”. I am thirteen and that melody is on repeat. Tonight the bass is on, thump in, surge through award-winning golden raindrops. This kinetic sculpture is liquid, my breath held.
Warning: Ifugao; 2.
Kinetic rain pulls up and down faster than before. we crash into each other again and again and again. Sky train takes me across, taking flight. Six years grow into a singular momentous moment, plane wheels hit the ground and taxi,
You can only untangle phalanges now.
In the front seat my brother changes CDs every five minutes. No Coffee Music. Everybody wants to rule the world. U2. Girl in Bossanova. Noise.
I am a typhoon already set foot in Ifugao. In Manila, flights are delayed.