A Typo for Rommy’s Birthday…

Rommy is having a birthday (probably with tea), so I thought I should celebrate the occasion by haiku(ing) some of the things that come to mind when I think of her. I would’ve added gloriously gigantic hair, fantastic mother, best chosen-cousin, and many other things, but haiku aren’t supposed to be that long.

Happy Birthday, Rommy!

 

in her bones, luna
moths sing of Machu Picchu
soul deep in Japan

 

about the title…
– I had already posted this haiku on Instagram, on Rommy’s Facebook wall, on my wall… before a friend pointed out that I had missed the “r” in the handwritten “her”. After a burst of seriously mortified giggling, I deleted the r-less posts and chose to share the corrected haiku here. Yep, I’m going to share it on social media again. Why dwell on the horror of having given my dear Rommy a typo for her birthday, when I can use the accident to get more people to send more deliciously bright birthday energy her way? So… my Wicked Luvs, join me in wishing Rommy a birthday full of wishes come true.

Eat My Tanaga, You Bastard!

When I hurt, I write. Friends who haven’t been seduced by writing (yet) often ask, “How can you write anything while you are in pain?” And just as often, I respond, “How can you keep yourself from writing your defiance into agony’s bullying face?” Fine! So, I don’t really say that to them, but I think it. Because it’s true. When I hurt, I shove my words into pain’s throat. Then, I laugh like a maniac. And while pain is baffled by the uncanniness of my behavior, I shriek, “Eat my Tanaga, you bastard!” All right already, this is my first Tanaga battle cry. But all the rest is true. When I hurt, pain eats my words. No compromise.

 

Say hello to my little Tanaga:

Hot hurts my words won’t whither,
reigned pain can make ink sweeter—
stories kiss torture better
and poems dull the bitter.

 

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the wee notes…
Tanaga: Filipino poem (7-7-7-7 syllabic verse, with an aaaa rhyme scheme).
– yes, the title made me giggle. Giggles, too, make good weapons in the battle against pain. It has been scientifically proven (by my flesh and bones and me).
– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.