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Why dogs hate the mailman

I now know why dogs hate the mailman He who arrives indiscriminately And whose intrusions sometimes prove To be as menacing as a thief How, indeed, can your dogs trust A stranger whose intentions Are hidden in an envelope Better to trust a dishonest mailman, I guess And put the dogs on a leash instead

For you my lover, I give this kitchen knife

I keep thinking of this guy I hooked up with a few months ago. I was thinking perhaps if you met him you would like him: smart, cute, and quite a bottom. I imagine you two going at it in every possible way but, really, I should stop thinking of things like these because it makes me feel like my heart is being carelessly stabbed with a kitchen knife, with the steel blade slicing and dicing my insides, turning blood and muscle into a slush. I shouldn’t think of these things because it just shows how insecure I am and, I like you, very much. I just read today that to Sartre all sexual love is doomed to be either forms of masochism or sadism. I may have found my love expert, darling.

I thought about you and the guy and this whole affair of unrequited love tonight. Maybe its karma, I thought, since I had also carelessly set aside other men in the recent past. Perhaps, it is my time to suffer? But then of course I still have to decide on whether I believe in karma or not or if I fully subsc…

back when i used to work in a newspaper

The purpose of the trip was to cover a series of cultural activities in Bohol. I was flying in a day later with the organizers. And since it was sponsored by an arts and culture organization, I was to spend the trip with professors and scholars. We were to take a plane from Manila to Cebu and then a speed boat from Cebu to Bohol. I think it was in Cebu when the lectures started. I never thought that travelling with scholars could be exhausting. At first it was amusing to have someone pointing out to you the cultural significance of every landmark in every town but four hours into the trip, I realized it was no longer just a lecture. They were already showing off. When I arrived in Bohol I was again surprised to find out that I’ll be sharing the room with two guys. Normally writers get a solo room but on this trip I was to share not just the room but two of us also had to share a bed. I immediately panicked when the writer from PDI quickly plopped his bag on the single bed. The te…