Sameness

Sameness

Carlomar Arcangel Daoana

Rising to the shock of morning,

he realizes how his body resembles his.

How come you share my body, says he,

pulling the blanket to his shoulders

not so much out of coldness as wanting

to be hidden. We are both the same,

he replies, and stretches his limbs

to reveal the absence of breasts,

the quick drop of the chest

to the abdomen. They always have

this kind of conversation to find

to find their way out of shame when last night,

they seemed perfectly fitted together,

torque and groove, and not one of them,

uttered any sound of discomfort.


**hahaha, baka makarelate Siya dito sa poem. by the way crush ko rin yung poet na nagsulat nito. :)