I love it when I see your face everywhere [ESSAY]

by: Jessica Bonifacio

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How orgasmic, how sensuous!

I scream. I cry. How your smile beams on that flat, plastic face; how your chin sways with the wind on those waving tarpaulins! I love your invasion, your possession, your obsession with yourself.  Riding the train and reading your name on the fiftieth billboard: a constant reminder of your existence. How omnipresent; how omnipotent!

Shall I pray on my knees, my Lord? Shall I say your name in worship?

You have a big nose, a native nose! Not like those of foreigners! You're just like me, just like my brother, Chris. Except that Chris is not a millionaire, not an owner of a hacienda, not a collector of debts. No, you are much richer! You are the richest in the world.

I love that you are so rich and generous. That you help out the poor with your crisp bills and secret white envelopes. I love that you are so loved; not only by me, but by many! Your name is plastered on the bus, printed on fans and bags, carved on toilet seats. I look up and gasp at your face shaped in clouds up high! How lovely it is to be you, and to be loved by you. You love me, don't you?

What do you mean you don't?

No, you adore me. You've courted me. You've made yourself known. Make me cum, darling.

Blooming flowers frothed in your mouth, and you crammed them all in ayuda bags. I smelled them, inhaled them, tasted their acid on my tongue. I hunger at your photographs - truly worth a million words! A million pesos, in fact, or maybe more.

Do not leave me now. I've fallen, and I've fallen quite deeply.

Do not empty your promises by the wayside. Do not discard me, love.

I revel at the sight of your face. It appears even in my dreams. Prove your love to me, my dear, and let me piss on it!

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