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| ANA MARIA KATIGBAK |
| Blue Note |
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| The room turns strange when we are dancing.
With you I have always been alone. Two dissonances searching for a note impossible to hear. You move and I move with you. The room turns strange when we are dancing. The music edges from a chord to its minor, An E moves to its flat on the scale. I say the notes are edged like bitter honey, like words that strike against each other never wanting to be one. I say the music is impossible to understand. With you I have always been alone. This poem is part of the collection that won Third Prize for Poetry in the 2005 Palanca Awards |