Mark Anthony Cayanan



Poems from “I Look at My Body and See the Source of My Shame: Ecstasy Facsimile”

1 My favorite saint tells me I complain too often about my soul’s shortcomings, I’m grateful 2 for the dreams I remember, W— pushes apart my thighs and asks in Punjabi when I’ll finish, nothing in this world more beautiful …

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I Look at My Body and See the Source of My Shame: Ecstasy Facsimile

Heavy thing, cigarettes and stale sex on your skin, why hog the blanket only to apologize. I bite into my soul like a pretzel, it’s no good, wipe blood off my lips with yesterday’s shirt. To regret an experience is …

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