To appease the women,
the government decided
all men should stay at home at night.
Nights are for sisterhood.
Nights are for our bar hopping,
tequila after tequila – shot after shot
until we forget the whole world.
Nights are for us, child-bearing people
who forget ourselves just to please all.
Nights are for all the hobbies we missed:
book after book, painting after painting,
film after film.
Nights are for us, daughters of the moon.
I watch my husband sleep soundly
before I leave to wander the streets.
No one catcalls. No one is asking for my phone number.
No man says I am a whore.
Tonight, I walk free and alone.
When I go home, he asks me.
“How’s the moon?”
And I say,
“Even more beautiful.”
This literary piece is part of Katitikan Issue 3: (Re) Imaginations.