What’s in our aircon classrooms
that convinces you that
the blood in your veins is blue?
The coldness makes you half-frozen
thin layer of flaking skin
wrapping your meandering tenderness.
Move. Why don’t you move?
Wipe the mists from the window pane;
mists like tears held back.
Wipe the mists, wipe the tears.
Beyond the windows
is the dying race of the living.
Paul Randy Gumanao is a BS Chemisty student of Ateneo de Davao University.