“As part of a monthly Kundiman postcard writing exchange I started penning small sonnets on the backs of postcards and sending them to participating Kundiman fellows, faculty, and staff. This particular poem is based on a story a relative had told me about a loved one who had passed away and whose body was carried over the threshold of her apartment somewhat unceremoniously. I wanted to write a memorial of sorts but also acknowledge the indifference of the residents in the apartment complex where she was found.”
—Oliver de la Paz