Short musings

You know what, I'm at a point in my young life where all's good. It's far from perfect, definitely. Uncertainties old and new may be creeping up at times (numerous, actually), I'm still messed-up as everyone else is, but I am getting more of these quiet moments when I could honestly say to myself jeesuz, I'm fine (so relax and stop whining). Well, I admit part of it is because of a certain somebody who likes to microwave adobo and hates carrots. This is not an uncommon result, so my imagined surveys say. Well, I've got nothing else to say. Just got lucky, I suppose. Here's to hopefully more luck on its way, who knows maybe I could  someday go to Mongolia and travel with horses like a nomad, live in a yurt, and learn to play the morin khuur (a horsehead fiddle) and throat-sing. Oops forgive that bit of random dreaming there.

And oh, I've come to write a little something by way of reminiscing.

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Premise

We needn’t have hurried after all

he says when he missed his 3 A.M. bus, a hint

lingering in the air you ignore, but you give in

instead to a last kiss before closing the car doors

meant: Well, have a nice life, good luck

with that fight you’re having, cheater

you turned out to be.  But you are tired

and fumble on the double locks, you wanting

to just close the night after you

on a bed you do not share. Next time

perhaps this you’re getting is a nicer screw

with fewer surprises, like the taste of his mouth

you’re now discovering, heavy breaths you’d like

of it quicken as he takes you in, out. Come later

you would invite him to your room but tonight

the time being must just be a detour so

I think I’ll go now you address the room

buckle your belt as you must leave

nothing, again it’s same way easy. You could

be polite and not betray a little too much

smile learning to keep yourself in check. But

suppose convince yourself you are not that

pleased, suppose, yes, you could stay for the night.

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