Sa tiyán ng lupà

by Ivy Alvarez

My friends tell me to crygrief is healthylike exerciseor lentils

rivulets weave their waydown my facetrace its topographysalty tidal marks on my neck

where I used to like youto kiss and biteI bury my wordsdisguise my longing

for a non-existent pastwork the heart muscle hardit will not breakthey tell me it will not

Filipino idiom meaning grave (literally, in the belly of the earth)

a couple of months ago