Last night I dreamt of mangoes and bagoong

Last night, I dreamt of mangoes and bagoong. I ate so much, I could still taste the sour juice on my mouth. Thin slices of yellow flesh, like soft pretzels. Red, brown, with black eyes. Hundreds of black eyes. Those baby Panaeus monodon and whatever, fermented with salt.

I love you mangoes and bagoong.

I love you like I love water color and tap water. I love you like I love headphones and audacious.

I love you mangoes and bagoong.

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2 thoughts on “Last night I dreamt of mangoes and bagoong

  1. This is an exemplary form of creative writing. So emotive. Makes me love the thought of mangoes and bagoong despite me despising the very thought of swallowing it down. ๐Ÿ™‚

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