Foreign Affairs (poem)

Narrower, narrower grow the bars
of red and blue, while the moment’s stars
and their cohorts counting digits hour by hour
to name and number and measure their powers
just as they’ve done since yesterday
now flicker, and fade, and drift away.

Then I’ll turn off to a dimmer screen
in search of a smile and a friendly scene
here, in my dear, familiar clime,
in another place, in another time,
silent, and dark, and untouched as yet
by my faraway friend whom I’ve never met.

-4:18 a.m. Philippine Standard Time

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Our relationship with the U.S. began with us sorta getting stabbed in the back. It’s fine now, though. Mostly 😀

Dear U.S.A, God send you well to keep.

-A.O.