Ricegay
Joefel Bolo
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So my parents are farmers.
They carry the rice, roughly as producer,
then us who consume.
Seeing, to feel the dirt talking.
Notice and virgin,
rice husk, extract the rice from its golden shell and itchiness.
I consumed cups, or in another strange distance,
a scope of different container.
To sensory. To food. To be free.
Blithest boiled rice softens.
Delighted, I dream in a field,
where I upturned all my body, of rice-eating.
I am gay and so with the presence of rice, thriving.
So the rice cooker. Fingers as measurement.
From afar they shouted a nickname,
Ricegay! Ricegay! Ricegay!
And with a spirit to gratify.
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Joefel Bolo is a queer writer from the Philippines. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Harvard Advocate, beestung, DIALOGIST, Ouch! Collective, and Stanford’s Mantis, among others.
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