
in the storage area
the price of living is
succumbing to the years |
endless conveyer belts extend beyond this hemisphere their moving inventories carried away through skies of gunmetal and peerless blue. the body is a reliquary of home essentials: new navy dresses pandan chiffon and january’s pineapple tarts for a two-room apartment on la trobe st. daughters conceal tissue boxes and hopes with price tags still attached, filled with silent regrets— young adults seek themselves though their lips (never) speak of love. and for us, each body is made finite. bills compound each year in memories that flicker like lightbulbs an island with progressive amnesia, people who become strange when they no longer fit into our lives. for a handful of plastic marbles—
taking more and more |
*note: a balikbayan box is a care package sent home by Filipino workers overseas.
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