Woven Tapis, Mangyan Blouse, Ilongot Earring

Months after I brought them back,
I took them out of their plastic wrappers—

dark lake of cotton studded with beadwork,
trellis of fibers embroidered with vines;

earrings of bone and mother-of-pearl
pierced through with loops of horsehair.

I might have paid too much, but I
wanted them for what they know of skies

I can’t lie under anymore, fields I’m not
even sure my bones could return to.

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