ano po bang type ng poetry ang ginamit sa poem na As She pleases ni Rina Garcia Chua As she pleases after Tropical Storm Ondoy, 2009 If only words dilute sediments at the bottom of my gut; if only a tongue can let this pain hydroplane into a song. If only I did not get up from the soft eggshell mattress of my old bed; if only I played the lazy student card and stayed behind. If only they warned us; if only I/they listened. If only those raindrops were not as fat as freshly fed eels; if only I camped out in school and waited for hot bread. If only I did not swim in dark floodwaters; if only I did not stare at the flashing blue traffic lights that screamed end of the world. If only they did not shout, “repent, repent, repent!” while navigating atop broken concrete barriers; if only I/we did not shout back, “yes!” If only I did not open my mouth; if only I did not close my mouth and stopped breathing instead. If only I came home earlier; if only I came home later. If only no one died; if only everyone died. We/you were never the same after the flood; somehow you came out of that dirty dark floodwater with your tummy swelling with survival and your heart still paddling its tiny arms to safety. Maybe you like staying there; maybe you like that dank bile. Maybe there’s never been a way out of the flood; maybe you do not see a way out of the flood. Maybe this is where you want to be; if this is where I want to stay.

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ano po bang type ng poetry ang ginamit sa poem na As She pleases ni Rina Garcia Chua    As she pleases  after Tropical Storm Ondoy, 2009  If only words dilute sediments at the bottom of my gut; if only a tongue can let this pain hydroplane into a song.  If only I did not get up from the soft eggshell mattress of my old bed; if only I played the lazy student card and stayed behind.  If only they warned us; if only I/they listened.  If only those raindrops were not as fat as freshly fed eels; if only I camped out in school and waited for hot bread.  If only I did not swim in dark floodwaters; if only I did not stare at the flashing blue traffic lights that screamed end of the world.  If only they did not shout, “repent, repent, repent!” while navigating atop broken concrete barriers; if only I/we did not shout back, “yes!”  If only I did not open my mouth; if only I did not close my mouth and stopped breathing instead.  If only I came home earlier; if only I came home later.  If only no one died; if only everyone died.  We/you were never the same after the flood; somehow you came out of that dirty dark floodwater with your tummy swelling with survival and your heart still paddling its tiny arms to safety.  Maybe you like staying there; maybe you like that dank bile.  Maybe there’s never been a way out of the flood; maybe you do not see a way out of the flood.  Maybe this is where you want to be; if this is where I want to stay.   ​

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