Paper Chaser

by Sarah Gamutan

They wake up by their selves and
pull one another from their pale cozy
beds. They jump off the wooden chairs
and start to impress us with their faces as
they start to light the room which was left
by its owners two scores ago. They turn their
heads to the window and rhythmically throb
the glass screens and start to rip their thin bodies

as if they are nothing but a paper. At first, I
appear like a fairy and slyly slap their red faces;
yet, they uncontrollably cut their skins like they
are not at all torn. In fact, they only light a cigar in
a hot summer night with some fellow wee papers,
drink beers, talk their own paper language and cry
until they melt their fragile skins. They insist their skin
is made of gold- though they are lethal. These creatures
brag that they live rarely but barely find their counterpart.

They Aren't Small Corpuscles

by Sarah Gamutan

They have been impending structures of improvement,
The standing role of feminisim. From grandmothers to
Daughters, we pass on maternity, the creation of lives

Proliferated by multi-celled progenitors. Their beauties
Come along with wombs to carry wondrous lives
Bearing future generations, cultured and varied. They
Reflect the beauty of the earth, the blue eyes and suntan.
Those eyes wink, with amor, to an Adam. The Adam is
At times prominent, a reciprocal of the dominatrix.

Betwixt their chemistry, a beam weighs comparisons
Of pater to a mater and vice versa. Still, I fight
Back saying, we need not to be subdued. Femmes-

The essential hymens from a rib bone- the Genesis of
Mankind, butches and femmes, good and damned.In print from Hieroglyphics of my creation, the history
Will change itself, gradually, that wives need not be
Submissive to husbands at all times- that women
Can also be considered giants. In their own channels,

I know phallicism is not the only cell which exist.
Deep inside the dendrites and axons, women also live.

The Profile

by Sarah Gamutan

I am really not confident
Seeing my life in this mess-
Being such a loner and a very
Small person in a very big world.

Why? I then asked myself, too.
It is really saddening, it is really
Disheartening. I just really
Can't find an exact profile for

Myself. It is funny and it is
Making me cry. Why?
I then asked myself, too.
When I am asked whether
I have a lover or

Not, it makes me stare
Blankly at the floor-
FOREVER. It makes me cry.
Hundreds of million of times.

I switch profiles -single.
Tomorrow, my status is " in
A relationship". The next day,
I am again single. When a chat

Session comes in, I go offline
IMMEDIATELY! "This is horrible",
I told myself. I immediately packed

My things and went out of
The house. They were all screaming.
"Where are you going, Sarah? ",
Cried my very pathetic mom.

I turned back. We were all crying.
I am sorry, ma. If this child in my womb
Is neglected by my progenitors,

I would better leave and give this
Creation a happier life. I will do
My best to give him a good generation-

With no more sorrows. No more tears.
No more heartbreak- making sure
He doesn't have a broken home.