Sumpa

A Poem

I used to feel lucky
to be born as I am
to be born to this archipelago
to the Pearl of the Orient
Home to the…

When does a story matter?

I think it has something to do with this.

Linens

I remember the two of us sprawled naked on the white linens of a bed that wasn’t ours and the way the cool breeze blew in through the windows…