Kuya Paolo’s funeral was a time to play pretend,In order to accept what I couldn’t comprehend,I would be the waitress in charge with the food basket,Perhaps I did it to avoid the cold stranger in the casket. More Poems: To Pimply, With Hate (Poem) A Teacher’s Impossible New Year’s Resolutions (Poem) Isang bala ka lang, Duterte … More Playing Around the Coffin (Poem)