From the 
panthalassic
darks & depthnesses
of yesterdeath, another 
surfaces: she-monster, not of sea
but caffeinated sunlight. Sky is wingspan,
gills are broken eyelids, flesh is sambal diamond, 
& her whiptail tames the aswang: sting &
shame of decimated night. Now ring
all the clock alarms: time need 
never mount 
kereta, nor 
kalesa. 
Lo, she 
swims,
shark
like
laser
ray
of
fireball
complete.
 
 
By which I mean to say,
the morning is a fish.
And hungry.
Whoever shall she eat?

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“Pagi” means “morning” in Malay/Indonesian and “stingray” in Filipino/Tagalog.