On Visiting the Philippines Newly Born
I was fed on buffalo milk. Cooled after boiling.
The liquid alloyed with my blood, surveilling
From the country where my parents loved each other.
A memory dimmed (though the heat, still assailing).
My mother away, I had clung to my lola's legs. She thought
I forgot her! Years later and I am still convincing, still consoling.
If not in body, then in language I have tried to effect
A return. Praise for this uneven effort: “Ang galing!”
At first, even I could not say my name:
Alleliah, a twister, a mystery uncoiling.
Alleliah Nuguid is from Fremont, California. Her work has appeared in Permafrost, Strange Horizons, and Contemporary Ghazals. She holds an MFA in poetry from Boston University.