woman of a heart of stone, he says the last time.
haven’t spoke to him for more than a year.
pessimist, fatalist, sadist, words i throw to him.
don’t ever come back.
“malaysia welcome not abroad student”
“malaysia welcomes not students abroad”
assistant engineer midnight chandeliers
sweat and fat the big flab
what have i done?
working, how’s that working out for you?
i ask this everyone,
i’ve never worked a day in my life.
seasonal, only. hours, only.
satisfaction never lasts.
i don’t toil, for i don’t aspire for money,
yet.
money is secondary, father says.
so sufistic so majestic
he tolerates not our typewriter’s song.
but hallaj would not love him.
for he toils too much.
berikan aku perempuan tua itu
tanamkannya di pesisiran bukit
yang dahulu kalanya indah
tapi kini maut merisik di setiap penjuru
tulang tulang lembut disambut akur
blood flows through my fingers
i think i am alive again
autumn rain, morning breeze
i am reincarnated again.
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