Wild Peaches - Sigred Yamit
I want to live my days in poetry
I want to walk with poetry, Chihuahua-esque
have it inside my bag and call it Peaches
be midnight
and have the moon ghostwrite for me
move somewhere exotic
like Geelong, Bruges, or Dublin
à la James Joyce and catch my
wife cheating on me
I am a Cat 5 cyclone looking for shelter
I am my own solar system
It’s ludicrous to think no one
has joined me in revolving
around me
I am a wine barrel with holes
Dionysus is my sad daddy
I am still on my mind
like phlegm in my throat
I want to realign my crooked bottom
teeth
sit on the bath tub
for a day and see my mistakes float
and wink at me
taunt me, call me an idiot
eat Durian and watch the others
retch and hail me as a warrior
I say the hardest words in the English language
with my funny Filipino tongue
list all of men’s greatest plights from
parting the red sea to obliterating cities
make them into an epic
it’ll rival Gilgamesh and Nietzsche
make all flowers sexless
and nature hypoallergenic and finally
sit on grass
tell all those people that
this Filipino can write and
her Asian vowels may seem inconsequential but
no
she’s already made you into hieroglyphics
I eat my peaches cold, toast my bread for 5 seconds flat
enjoy my peppermint tea during passable mornings
Contributor's Note
My name is Sigred Yamit and my poems have appeared in Printable Reality and Poetry New Zealand. In my spare time I watch puppy videos, write poetry, and dream of being a film connoisseur.