Poems by J. Lorenz Poquiz

Friday, September 17, 2010

Simile Assignment

I. When my little brother asked me to give an example of a simile for his assignment

I told him to write


I don’t like my teacher


II. When his teacher corrected his assignment

the teacher wrote

I don’t, like my teacher


Whenever We're Together

I feel like I'm God:

You come to me
only when you need something.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Freedom of Touch

You said you didn’t want me

holding your hand
because you were embarrassed

of the calluses on your fingers
you got from playing
the guitar. I never thought

that music can do that
kind of damage. I remember
your old lover

who used to hold your hand,
whom you refuse to let go of

for a reason: his hand locked
together with yours

forming the shape of hearts
and many more things. You know

what? I never really
wanted to hold your hand.

My only wish is to nibble
on your fingernails
as though they were my own.