Figure of a Male Rice Deity definitely not god, it’s balding, smooth domed cranium glossy in the small display case. put a toupee on him, or may i suggest rogaine because it makes heads tingle. yet i move closer, level with its lozenge eyes, see its legs muscular, knees slightly bent. it’s father, lifting two-by-fours for flower beds while i follow with a drill and a box of screws. i wasn’t fond of hydrangeas or tomatoes. (i would’ve rather been scanning an atlas of new jersey.) but i was there as he carried galaxies after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, where a patient expelled the entire universe all over his scrubs. and now i recall all those times he had his lips open, thin projection, tongue scolding the stars in retrograde because i didn’t understand what it meant to leave a country over oceans. i saw him a few days ago, his back, proper right side, and base somewhat eroded. he says, “if i’m still alive next year.” i tell him “you're unfortunately stuck with us for a while longer.” and even though for years people reminded me how much we looked alike, i never realized it until then. not exactly a true reflection because he bore more marks by metal blade, but close enough. in the philippines, the bulul is often passed down for generations, overseeing many harvest seasons and ceremonies. i’ve managed to keep a cactus and an orchid alive. back at his house, my father reminds me that he didn’t start losing hair until he was in his forties. i’m only in my mid-twenties. perhaps, this my version of a quarter-life crises. but we both laugh, rubbing the spot on our heads reserved for the insertion of a plume of hair. William Pagdatoon Editor's note: Italics are from artifact information from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. William Pagdatoon is the son of Filipino immigrants. Born and raised in New Jersey, he received his MFA from Queens College—CUNY. His interests include Filipino American identity, history, film, music, food, and anything else that catches his senses.
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