Yaya Juanita can't go to the Bieber concert
by mario paolo macariola
(disclaimer: this was a poem i made because a friend requested it)
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Juanita daydreams of Justin Bieber in 3D.
the tables are empty, its surface is covered in dust,
breakfast is barely an hour away.
she sees laser and spotlights in the morning shadows,
she tries to chop up garlic for the sinangag,
knife on chopping board like rehearsed beats.
Freak accident:
Juanita severs her finger, blood is gushing,
she thinks of Bieber's lips,
she covers the wound with a strip of bacon.
upstairs, she hear the kids waking,
Juanita again severs a finger,
it becomes a glowstick,
the knife becomes her hand,
Juanita becomes a sunbeam,
she dances on the patio,
the concert is three days away,
dress rehearsals start in minutes,
she hears footsteps.
Juanita smiles,
it's time to stroke the children's bellies
