Shakira Sison


A piece of meat tells the story/
of inlets and archipelagos,/
where a couple of fins/
have propelled shiny scaled skin/
from the secrets of the depths/
into your mouth.

For Fourth

You disappeared one day./
You took your brilliant words/
and perfectly timed guitar taps/
and the ends of my sentences away./


Of course I’ve severed./
And more quickly, I’ve burned,/
finding the gaps more easily filled/
than its connections appeased/
or learned./