my first memory of you: i was three we were on the phone the night before our birthdays. i asked, tatay, ano po'ng regalo ninyo sa'kin? you laughed. you teased me. chocolate cake from the carabao, noy. *** it was seven in the morning i was in my favorite overalls just after i poo-poo and showered …


you'd leave everything, you said wasn't i your everything? ©2018, Quiyet Brul


i still hide you in my poetry ©2018, Quiyet Brul


the blue in your eyes is an ocean i want to drown myself in ©2018, Quiyet Brul


a leaf on the branch a simple bulb blooming bigger each day turning a different hue drying yellowing billowing the inevitable ©2018, Quiyet Brul


your mouth became the sunken city of your promises   ©2018, Quiyet Brul


you still smell like how i remember you said when i don't even remember my own scent but yours changed it's the smell of nostalgia, mixed with the cigarette you smoked last night and the stench of the sin we made we are living our present the way we did in the past ©2018, Quiyet …