Letter Home from Oyster Bay, Palawan |
by Sean Labrador y Manzano
Compare competitive gestures each daughter conceives the sidewalk, a catwalk, the stroll from the beach to the welcoming pier, patented strides and the rumors of dignified rewards nothing less than brown aphrodite no longer confined to berth and fantasy nurtured the long journey from San Diego to a pop-up bar with readied l.e.d.s framed to palms, the cheap beer of liberty as sanctioned as merry now blurs deployment widows because servicemen need Morale, Welfare, and Recreation. Am I to translate these machinations for charity, for innocence, for struggle or do I explain how patrons we are in this country, and affinity for deception, as monetized, every breech of autonomy as Congress professes impermanent stationing is not, they will obey a much higher calling, when the drinking games watered to a tone deaf of leer, and rotations begin, the mamasan matches pairs in the short-time rooms where each man prides his difference to the sooth talk, the mirror clings to ceiling, and lifted lifted shakes with each revolution shakes with each revolution the fan blades whisper and orgasm, a mighty empire seizures once again the ghostly capiz of once was colony afraid of what it has become. |