Sign says tiny grass is dreaming. Do not disturb.
To whom have you given your warm cloak?
Mother’s spirit whispers to me
A fallen flower crushed
Imprint of a warm hand on glass, fleeting,
My income solely depends on the angles of my face,
The curve and swell of my body.
Concrete and dead tree bone white as his skin,
The place I do not recognize
is where I make a home,
Zeny May Dy Recidoro is taking up Art Studies, majoring in Art History at the University of the Philippines-Diliman. Sometimes, she rids her name of its beginning and end and writes as May Dy.