and so it came: the phone call from an old flame. the one who just moved to chicago.
his mom, the one who had a passion for beefy construction workers and who hated me with a passion, has married again quite respectably in manila. his sister, the only one who understood our honest passions, is still single and contemplating joining a nunnery.
then, he asked me if everything's good. i said fine. too quickly, perhaps, now that i think about it.
later after a movie, L walked me towards my train. he asked me why i was so sullen. "i need some sleep," i said.
near the station, a puddle of water still stood close to a sweating water hydrant. a sliver of the waning moon shimmered in its shallows.
