
a daughter picks up the latest edition of Teen Girl Magazine
off the side of the grocery aisle that sits right next to check out,Â
because she stakes her lifeÂ
on fortuitous serendipity. That is to say, by lucky encounters,Â
chance happenings,Â
and her mother throwing a dartÂ
on the world map of her daughter’s father
’s bedroom wall. with hope
that it landsÂ
in an abode somewhere.Â
between
      Refuge, and Rejoice.Â
      Reason, and
      Rearing. Ration, and
Dreaming
      through houses copy-pasted and American
      flags perched and whiteÂ
      wooden window sills
a daughter runs to her room and readsÂ
The magazine cover: 5 Best All-American Heartthrobs,Â
Ranked. Mom hears a squeal from down the hall
joy that leaps through
their baseball-white walls
she opens to page 12 to where the rankings beginÂ
where this girl scout searches for her next badge in
Wishing:
Dear my All-American man,
Please feed me lumpia, like a servant with grapes to his queen-me. You will have to  appreciate your in-laws in Rizal before we see your members in Manila. Please twist the fork an extra! two times when scooping up pancit before bringing music to my mouth. And don’t be insecure, I will love your jet black hair and how it brings out your dark moonlight eyes that sparkle as brown as mine. I hope to find you at my debut in a Barong you fill in more than nicely, teasing the silk buttons and the seams at your chest that hides your tan underneath.
Sincerely,Â
Your All-American darling
5, 4, 3, 2, they’re all the same.Â
4. looked like your neighbor Johnny,Â
2. had green eyes instead of blue.
But all the same. All American.
All-American.
1. Oh,Â
all American.
Very enticing poem, Jalen :)