VANDALISM

pee…
pee…
i need to tug-
tug
my skirt
down,

i sit on the throne of heaven –

ahhhhhhh…
earth’s heaven indeed,

its scriptures came into light,
the wisdom of cubicle angels etched
on the walls of this paradise:

“I’m still a virgin – would it hurt?”

“Yes, honey, but don’t let that
stop you from cumming.”

“I dream of marrying my Psych prof!”

“Dream on – his gay.”

“Join the revolution!
Oust the fascist!
Free the country!”

“Let’s live in the mountains!”

“I love my girlfriend –

we had sex here!”

“Shit! I’m 2 months preggy!
Does any bitch know
where I could get help?”

“I know this place in Quiapo.
Drink 12 pills of Cytotec and
go there – they got rid
of my problem.”

this is a glimpse
of their heaven,
a revelation of
their four-cornered paradise.

i fix my skirt,
i head outside,
i look at the sky,

Heaven has no walls.

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