Cheese and Butter

The door slammed
a fallen jalousie broke the silence of the morning

you know how she hated
to be awaken by your anger
you know how she would love
to see you going home with a viand
(not a bitch)

the rhum you had at the kanto last night
smelled badly for her
your breath
warm as the sun's stirred your daughter's mood

she zoomed out the door to buy bulad
and so she couldn't passed by
your bitch

you know how she hated the smell of filth

she walked past the sari-sari store
there were people,
and happy faces

and the smell of cheesecake and butter
was breathed like sweet potions of romance
in which
it was a missing
flavor inside the house.

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