Anaconda – Jonel Abellanosa

And even in the red fruits of forgetting
There is the pulse of knowing
What to retain, what to maintain
As the certain color. The silence
Of solitude is a red that brings itself
The liquids, the ways violets insinuate
Their flows into recall. If I have to wear
Red, then let it be the translucencies,
The ways you say no to my offers
Of galaxies, my extensions of the yeses
Vis-à-vis the constellations bridging
Our disagreements. The light years
Should connect me to your flowerings,
And if I regurgitate my heart whole
It is because love tenders
The notions of forgiving.


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JONEL ABELLANOSA resides in Cebu City, The Philippines. His poetry has appeared in more than a hundred journals and anthologies and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Dwarf Stars and the Best of the Net Awards. His fourth collection is forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House.


Image: JB Pe

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