It is Friday the 13th and who else to remember but you
Yes you, eye-tied, tongue-wagging reader
Who languishes in your bed on an early morning chilly sauce
The calendar says 13 and it’s Friday and naknangputsa
‘di ako lalabas ngayong araw!
(Pero actually, nakalabas na ako ngayong araw)
Ngunit paano kung ang kahulugan ng kalendaryo ay pagsilang?
For instance: potentials for poetry like the sound of Lupang Sinilangan
Or: potentials for heroism a la Diego Silang
Maybe cringe in your chocolate crinkles breakfast
And your chocolate-flavored cigarette and caramel coffee
While all the people go about the sexy day.
It’s Friday the 13th and I remember you pretty-faced reader
And you don’t believe those words because you are
not flattered and you keep reading, suspending disbelief
It’s Friday the 13th and I remember you and you are reading
this and the world outside your world is a world
who fancies with luscious lips that this Friday
is just another day.
So get up, get up, and don’t fall for that One Direction song
Maybe remember The Cure’s song with a Friday I’m in love.
Or leave this page now.
It is Friday the 13th and who else to remember but you,
Yes you, blue-fingernailed, ensaymada cheekboned,
Can we repeat the lyrics of The Doors?
When I stare at your thinking and you dandruff, I wish there were no doors.
And we are locked in a turtle-paced universe that
will abruptly give up and stop moving.
And 2014 won’t come and you won’ turn 21.
It is Friday the 13th and as a halt plunges on us,
Let the books of Carter and the phrases of Auden
embody themselves in us:
Embraces will be annihilations.