Quote by Merlie M. Alunan
““Trapped in a conspiracy of chance we sit close inside this sardine can on wheels horning the gasfume streets of this dust-tired afternoon. How your shoulders strain your shirt; a stray wind cools your sweat in my skin. “This heat,” I mutter, “melts the very bones,” saying this as I feel inside me awakening sweet April, fragrant May unfolding flower fingers on her lap.””
![“[comrades] are ashes, entrails, dung, stove smoke, clay, and they’ll all return to clay. They’re full of dirt, candle oil, droppings, dust. You, O Book, my pure, shining precious, my golden singing promise, my dream, a distant call— O tender specter, happy chance, Again I heed the ancient lore…” quote by Tatyana Tolstaya](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/437/tatyana-tolstaya-25610_books_comrades-are-ashes-entrails-dung-stove-s_2528700.jpg)
