TRAHEDYA NG ISANG BIRHEN
by Genevieve Asenjo
by Genevieve Asenjo
walang dugong
umagos sa aking
mga hita sa unang gabi
ng kanyang paglusob.
umalingawngaw sabay
sa kanyang paglusong-
ahon ang mga hiyaw
ko't daing: sakit, hapdi,
pamamaga
ngunit nilunod ng kanyang
pagdududa ang kabanalan
ng aking kawalang-malay,
ala-Othello siyang naging taga-
hukom ng aking pagkababae:
birhen o puta?
walang dugong
umagos mula
sa aking hita.
lumabas ito sa bunganga
ko't sumalo sa nanunuyong
mga pawis at luha.
perhaps, it now comes to me,
that was the attraction of it.
the off-kiltered sense of predestiny
that circled this chipped idea
made whole by cups of adventure
we offered each other those few fleeting times.
it is likely that the keenness
was heightened by favors filched
from trusted confidants
and by the lightheadedness
that comes from defiance.
the likelihood made me cringe--
now, only pinpricks remain.
what is no longer forbidden
quickly loses its charm.
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