TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION // Poem by Mae Espada




Yes. I have always been 

this way. A period down 

is another end 

to a new beginning. 

Because how does god appear 

to those who knew solitude 

not as fear 

but a natural revulsion 

to vulnerability. Because what else 

is a natural response 

to ambivalence and terror

and grace. This is what I know. 

It is acquired taste: 

A decadent, reliable constant. 

Because there are things I refuse 

to accept

and things I refuse 

to forget. Because it is me. 

Subconscious made manifest. 

Because it never died. It never truly left. 

Because it never stopped being 

my responsibility. To claim otherwise 

is naive and criminal. 

Because joy is an equation 

I never bothered to learn 

but I nevertheless earned. 

Because at times 

it was handed to me. 

By calloused, working hands. 

Even when I did not ask. 

By kneading hands. Without needing

anything back. Because at times 

I needed to yank it away 

from another. Because I needed 

a way to remember. Because when I look 

at its rotten core. I can only see my reflection. 

Because it gets too much. All of this 

intimate, fragile, desperate humanness. 

Because I was made mess of another. 

Because I made mess of another. And I wanted 

a way to remember. These thorough lines of lives 

bleeding into each other. Because these amorphous yearnings 

have to be tangible and real and beautiful. 

And I want to remember. 

Because there are more phantoms than people. 

Because what else will I do 

with all of this. Because I know I should. 

I know I can. 

It is all I have ever known. 

Because I see my hands, 

curling and attentive, forlorn 

against its own.



Ma. Crisley Mae T. Espada is a working law student, reader, writer, and former instructor based in the Philippines. Mae uses she/her/hers pronouns. Her interests include Marxism, ecocriticism, as well as queer and postcolonial studies. She believes the place we deem as "home" plays an essential part in our own making and unmaking as an individual and as a collective. Mae believes that writing, apart from being a form of creative expression, is also a civic engagement, and a call to action. When she grows up she aspires to become a rainforest or a long river running.