Monday, May 4, 2015

(English) Maybe

---by Dennis Carlo Premacio---
maybe it was love;
or maybe it was because
i ate six chicken drumsticks bathed
in high-fat cooking oil
that my heart started
acting like
shit.

maybe it was love;
or maybe my left atrium
got tired and
skipped a 
beat.

maybe it was love;
or maybe I love
the idea of
it.

maybe it was love
just like the day I saw your Chinese eyes
and olive-scented hair
and that serial smile
and turquoise fingernails.

maybe it was love.
maybe it is.
or maybe.

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