She works nights, off Del Pilar Street,
dolling up songs and silk slit-dresses
in the champagne room with its back-lit desires,
where all the foreigners come.
Two months. Manila is her stifling dress
worn tight, cut too close to the skin.
She hungers for the hallelujahs
of wide fields and grandmother’s smile.
On the farm in Pangasinan, Jenny the early bird
once trudged to milk cows and collect eggs
before school. Afterwards, in ballet class,
she’d twirl away from her backwater barangay
onto a larger stage. Her parents think
she’s a salesgirl in Robinson’s, not leaning forward
into the grasping hands of foreigners
who squeeze their dollars between her thighs.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021