Shakira Sison

My Wish For You

My wish for you is to lose/
what is of value./
So that you’ll have no time for struggle/
the way you’ll have time for regret./


Your stories died with you./
So now I can no longer ask/
how sweet the nectar is/
when sucked from the stems/
of santan./


I am jealous of objects, not people, such as the fork that enters yourmouth. It draws light ridges on your lips while the cream of


Onlookers always share thoughts/
from the comfort of their seats/
where they are spared/
the sweat and spit/
from the bloody match below./