Enjoy the final poem selected by author Joseph O. Legaspi from his new book Threshold.
Being one of five children, I cherished my time alone with my mother. I liked to think I was her favorite, that her spending time with me was intentional. She would tell everyone that she was taking me to help her with her errands, but then she’d steal me away into a cavernous movie theater—like being inside of a whale—where we luxuriate in the air-conditioned darkness, shielded from the equatorial sun. I loved being there with my mother, in another world projected in light, yet a whole world of our own.
– Joseph O. Legaspi