Saturday, 1 February 2025

Cruz, Conchitina R. "Problem Is."


They say poor Filipinos multiply
like rabbits since they have nothing
to do but fuck. Living in houses with room


only for the inevitable brush
of the hand against the buttock in between
chores, on the way to switch

channels to the daily noontime show, 
No money and little space 
lead to nowhere 
but to coupling. We used to joke 
and call our selves typical Filipinos, 
broke and empty-handed, 

when all we did was touch, and for all 
The movies we missed, fancy dinners 
we didn't have, books we borrowed 

but never owned, 
We're compensated
by making love. 

You told me not to worry, 
That one day the worst 
would end, just a couple of right 

moves and it would be over. 
Should I have told you then 
we'd never been better, 

should I have told you then 
to hold your tongue, but we had 
no room for such words. 

We were rabbits, 
Seeking the other side, bent on 
Crossing the pasture.
- Conchitina R. Cruz


Conchitina R. Cruz

Conchitina "Chingbee" T. Cruz is a Filipina poet who teaches creative writer and comparative literature at the University of the Philippines Diliman in Quezon City. Formerly an INTARMED student, Cruz shifted to the University of the Philippines' Creative Writing program, from which she graduated magna laude and College of Arts and Letters valedictorian in 1998. While on a Fulbright grant, she studied and taught at the University of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she received her MFA in Writing. She obtained her PhD in English from SUNY Albany.

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