I hang up the phone.

I take the dress of black silk off the hanger,
calmly fold it in three.

I place the pearls on top.

I close the case.

.

The winds are cold,
this Manila summer night.

–Β “Cold Summer Night” — for Ate Mariel.

LL.

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