Tuesday Morning


Today, you fall softly

On the multi-colored play mat

You also gently push the guitar’s funny shadow

While your cousins dance erratically with the curtains


You let me read the pages

Of the author wanting to die in Paris on a rainy Thursday

I fight off a yawn

But you weigh tons on my eye lids



Azlison Guilabo Bawang teaches literature at the University of the Cordilleras, Baguio City, Philippines.