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jilly asked me to post my poetry here but i can't--yet. they haven't been deliberated on yet and the rest are still for revision. oh well. instead, i'm posting a poem i gave a friend a few months ago. coach, pain is a flower.

Lessons from a Revolution
- Ramon Sunico

My father taught me
this one thing:

that pain knows no
size no breadth.
It understands
no bigger no
smaller no
more no less.

All pain
blinds.
All pain
is intimate.

Have you
felt it?

It is the same
for both women
and men. The rich
feel it as much
as the poor.

Pain: who do you blame
when you feel it?

It has made everyone
the saddest person in the world.

***

speaking of pain, my legs are killing me. it moves up from my calves to the back of my thighs. arggh. and again next week, apparently. more flowers, my friend.