7-Day Diary: Friday

Friday.

It was a backspace. It was the gust of the wind.

It was the shaking trees.

It was something else I used to know.

 

It was the

Other.

It was the absence of an object

Against the perils of your

Metaphor.

 

P.S.

I also fought with mama today.

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San Miguel Avenue, after dusk.

7-Day Diary: Wednesday

Wednesday was liberating.

Like a woodpecker released in the lushness after years in a cage.

Like a kite untangled from a branch,

wriggling,

finally flying,

until it vanishes

into thin air.

 

Wednesday was liberating, I thought to myself.

 

Then I walked out and left.