Outlined on a flyleaf of a coffee cup disposition:
I am your morpheme equivalent,the dance of midlined syllableson your sagging follicles,exercising intimacy with a quill,a blade, an electrical stormcarved from a quivering lip.
I am your Helnwein, your Dali,your personal apostle on a morphine crucifixchanting renditions of insanityfor the sake of rhythmfor the sake of rhyme -this is the offer I have to make.
The twentieth takeand a crumpled cave:You pin my armsto your vehement aches.Your indentations feign my thoughts.
I am your ultimate sindressed in the burden of having words.
Reena Jacinto from Manila