“On epilogues”

I’m supposed to believe
that this body is resolution
to conflict now melted into the air
people don’t understand
how I can piece any of it out of the sky,
how many of my good parts have staled
in exchange for breathing underwater.

I’m supposed to believe
that I am a being overflowing with love
but when left uncalibrated
this becomes my worst personality trait,
some organism inside me demanding
for any wound to put back together
as a kind of gift to open on a rainy day.

I’m supposed to believe
that I can continue without bandages,
live past the stings and undercuts,
the still in between rage and tears, whispers of

we good?/I hope you’ve found someone good for you/please don’t leave

to which I’ll reply

To keep my sanity, I have to accept that
I can never stop tending to you

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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