Chingbee Cruz

Selective Memory

In Finger Exercises on January 21, 2010 at 8:23 am

1.
It was the most fun they’d each had in years, following the smell of each other down the rabbit hole and into the room where all the sexual positions were different, unlikely to please yet delightfully proving otherwise, where the water by the bed never wanted for slivers of ice, where the soup tasted like it had basil in it, picked from the pot by the window, the pot they bought from a stall along the highway that brought with it a lively discussion of saffron and anise and cumin and the extravagant vocabulary for spice, the window framing the heft of a mountain they said they would climb and did.

2.
It was fun, the years of each other down the rabbit hole and in the room where all the sexual positions pleased delightfully, where the bed never wanted for taste and the extravagant vocabulary for spice.

3.
The smell of the room, otherwise, had basil in it, pot from a stall along the highway, a lively discussion, saffron and anise and cumin, a mountain.

4.
The pot brought with it a lively vocabulary for the window framing the heft of a mountain they said they would climb and did.

5.
They wanted slivers of ice, soup from the pot, a stall of saffron and anise and cumin, a mountain they would climb.

6.
They had each other to please and prove want, slivers of ice tasted and picked from the pot by the window.

7.
Years down, the unlikely otherwise, the want stalled along the highway.

Scanner Happy

In Paper Trail, Postcards on January 9, 2010 at 5:25 pm

mom and dad, UP kids in the 1960s

12 years old, bangs

Don’t you just love it when someone turns up at your door and gives you a scanner?

Who Tall Are You?

In Paper Trail on January 6, 2010 at 1:06 pm

I began the first day of school with a confetti of cockroach bits that my office air conditioner spat out, and the second day with an extended space cadet moment that caused me to miss my stop and end up in Marikina.

And then, according to this, which I got as pasalubong from Manchester Man over the holidays and finally put up last night, an extra centimeter would make me as tall as John Keats, an extra two Judi Dench, and an extra three Kylie Minogue.

But, as is, I am as tall as Danny DeVito.

Yeah, yeah, world. Whatevs.