Trapped

(Author's Note: Opening the month with poetry. I am looking for photos that I could use for this piece. Please upload via Twitter and mention @iamcoolwaters. Thank you!)

I see you squeeze

your way through, as

the Cubao station mob

flood the “For Ladies Only”

section of the MRT.

I got in

two stations earlier,

leaning in that space

where the car could easily

fall apart.

Dear God, get me out of here.

Tough luck,

it just had to

happen during the 7am rush.

Our eyes half-bump

into each other;

you look away.

Classy.

I see your hand

holding on

to the elbow of the Chinita

beside/in-front-of you.

Three-month-rule-my-ass.

I finger the heart-

shaped locket on my chest,

realizing that our past, like

Magallanes station, is

a lifetime away.