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madonna

As seen through the cracks between my mother’s fingers:

Black cape draped
on proud shoulders
its hem forming a ring of untouchable pavement
around her virginal feet
Holy Spirit hiding in its black shadowy folds
Madonna in black satin and a top hat

To her left, a brunette:
stringy black hair
plastic as prank snakes sold at Green Hills
slithers along olive-skinned cleavage
collides softly with white lace
arms painted slick with flowers
spaces where I first glimpsed
blood and flesh of a Woman

To her right, a blonde:
straw-colored fantasies of Kansas
Dorothy of white skin and innocence
as elusive to me as witches from any direction
white-yellow-thighs taste of condensed milk on shaved ice
creamy sweetness cut only by white ruffles

Her hands once poised in a gesture of blessing and awe,
Madonna breaks her statuesque form
to part the lips of both the blonde and the brunette
Pink tongues collide softly
as white headlights crashing onto ashy bumpers
Shaved limbs clutter pavement once untouched
Holy Spirit bottlenecked between cars and jeepneys

My mom now uses both hands to cover my eyes
She presses my eyeballs back into their sockets
and when I finally open them,
visions of Madonna persist

Pink
tongues
slither
into
ripe
lips

White
lace
grazes
black
satin
ruffled
white
ruffles

Olive-
skinned
thighs
skim
ivory
limbs
grinding
shaved
ice

Creamy
smog
coats
Holy Spirit
bottlenecked
limbs
once
untouched

A million red brake lights illuminate my own temple
Tricycles, cars, buses, trucks,
honk in unison
sweet sound of smog pollute my own lungs

My mother,
in the kitchen
pours milk
on shaved ice

My father,
on the couch
clicks remote
switches channels

Visions of Madonna persist
Shaved ice shocks the roof of my mouth
Sweetness clings to my tongue

…do my mom and dad even have sex anymore?