Joseph O. Legaspi, Fools

Nibbling away past the skin of me,
Your snacking leads to a sustainable lifestyle.

Bruising the pear of my belly.
Boxing your gelatinous ribs.

I’m chewing tobacco tongue-pressed
Against your inside cheeks’ acid walls.

You’ve mistaken me for mackerel,
Dumb, compliant, snapping at the lure.

I beavered your dam.
Damned me who squandered the spark.

I’m a fool, born every minute.
Beneath your shirt is a tattoo of my name.

We resemble, smitten by our compass.
Opposing constellations, constellations nonetheless.