Without Any Reason

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BY JESSIE ISAIAH RAYMUNDO

ILLUSTRATION BY PERRY GIL MALLARI

When you look at the naked
sky, legs crossed, an arm covering
an eye, the inevitable charms

fated nudity in disguise. I shift
my lens to opposite directions
but, to no avail, it always returns,

 

in black and white focus,
like boats propelled by oars, to you.
You never leave a gaze unfixed


on its subject. If there’s anything,
you say, your childhood piano lessons
have taught you, it’s how to manipulate

distorted arpeggios with your fingers.
An instrument only insists heirlooms
be consumed by flames; a love too much

like ours. In this city, weeks breathe
innermost thoughts we never wanted
to admit, regular passengers complain

on rotten trains, killings are normalized
like forgotten names, gazes are given
unreturned. Finally, a lover demands:

listen to the projection of my heart-
beat murmuring like rain.

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