Valentines: “Floodwaters in America” by Gita Labrador
Floodwaters in America
You are kissing a boy
whom you will someday
marry, maybe
ten years from now.
You’ll fly me to your dream
wedding, minus
Barong Tagalog and
Huling El Bimbo at the reception,
deemed pointless remnants
of a life left behind.
Back here I am dreaming
of your skin made golden
by beginnings of Bay Area
summer, waiting for you
to come home with the rain.
Here is less alive without you around:
everything brown and cracked,
everyone thirsty. The veins of Manila
once teeming with gifts from
sky and sea, now run dry
of your presence: a wasteland without
your swirling water-hair.
In America you are kissing him
goodbye with every intention
to return, and here I am
thinking of how nice it would be
to marry you:
to be forever wrapped
in the monsoon
of your arms,
to call you
my refuge overflowing
in the middle of
San Francisco.