saya tidak pernah suka orang yang bunuh diri. sylvia plath sekalipun. apalagi orang yang mengancam bunuh diri tapi nggak mati-mati. haduh itu paling harap. bikin panik aja. total attention seeker. tapi saya ingin bercerita, tentang suatu saat di dalam hidup saya, waktu saya mengerti, kenapa ada orang yang merasa memang lebih baik cabs aj dariContinue reading “broken, bab 2”
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floater
i had a really great pie in toowoomba. nice line for a poem. but i don’t feel like poetry. ingin rasanya meneruskan otobiografiku, broken, part 1. tapi tidak merasa punya tenaga. pagi ini berangkat kantor pukul 6, ke tebet pukul 3, ke permata hijau pukul 4, pulang ke ciledug pukul 6. pantes banyak kata pukul,Continue reading “floater”
broken, bab 1
saya meninggalkan jakarta pada umur 16. saya ingat waktu itu sore-sore, saya hampir jatuh terpeleset lumpur merah habis hujan di depan rumah. coba saya beneran jatuh terus kepala saya bocor kena batu taman, dan saya tidak jadi pergi ke australia, mungkin saya tidak akan jadi orang seperti saya yang sekarang. saya pertama kali pindah keContinue reading “broken, bab 1”
redwing
i don’t remember what we did between dinner and sleep. sometimes your mum would cook dinner sometimes i did. onion, garlic, courgette, eggplant, bits of what’s left of the meat. spices. sometimes italian most of the times indian. seeing the huge big red kangaroos made me feel there is a god somewhere in this world.Continue reading “redwing”
flower crotch
I was woken up by the phone ringing. It was loud. I had thought of setting the ringer volume lower for months. But I’m afraid my mother would get angry. She wants it loud. So does my father. I had set the volume lower one time and my mother couldn’t hear a call from oneContinue reading “flower crotch”
life in pastiche, its fantastisch ! #1
DONALD BARTHELME ONESTORY MS D NAKOVA’s milk-white Russian cheek blushed red broken maps of Australia everytime she took me to bed. The sandstone walls of her basement apartment coughed up dust and the red flush moved to the tip of her hooked nose, transported by the IGA brand tissues she wiped her allergy-borne mucus with.Continue reading “life in pastiche, its fantastisch ! #1”
Pas l’éducation sentimentale
– now i can live without this this distilling of a day thru the cheap (less than aus$10,000) coffee machine of me brain. no more waiting waiting waiting for the splotch splutter swish of dirty brown half quarter no truths into the cracked coffee single-serve cups of me minimum opus. – i can live withoutContinue reading “Pas l’éducation sentimentale”
Look out
You saidon that lookoutI could see bothmy countryand yours But I’ve been thereI could only seeyou.
Divagyrations 