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Image: Empty billboards represent Greece's crisis

 

Papan penanda jalan melompat ke jendela, mengganggu

lintasan cahaya.

 

Bahasa menyalak, bising

ke mata.

 

Belum lama aku di sini. Belum cukup lama untuk dibilang

terlalu

lama, selamanya

 

orang asing.

 

23 Juni 2016, ketika baru saja melewati Tahaki Reserve, Mt Eden

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Keluarga-Keluargaku

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Waktu itu, Bandung pernah berbisik kepadaku: Hey, aku yang membesarkan kamu.

Kemudian, Erfurt dan saudarinya yang mungil elok dan pendiam, yang kucintai, yang aku tak tahu namanya, dan ayahnya, Frankfurt, dan ibunya, Kassel, melambai kepadaku: Terima kasih sudah mengizinkan kami memelukmu.

Lelaki itu, namanya Jakarta, tangannya meremas rambutku, menarik kulit kepalaku: Kamu itu kutu.

Aotearoa datang kepadaku seperti selimut di hari hujan. Istirahatlah, dan selamat mimpi indah.

Lotus Blooms

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Antithèse, by Victor Brauner (1937)

Lotus, your name is written in the language of the stars. You painted the sky with the colour of your smile; it was blood red. I am breathing the ground suffocating in your aura,

the rainbow in the sand, the shorelines of the broken shells, bubblehead bubbling jaunting
gargling amazing sharp shreds jagged edge tangy scent copper tongue
escaping curls touching fingertips. I am so artificial, aren’t I?

“exquisite corpse”

Petal modelling—unrelenting, releasing, immigrating. Electricity when our gaze met.

Lotus, your name is written inside my wrist, I carved it yesterday, using shrapnel of our past.

-Auckland, 22 October 2015

Insoluble Yearn

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I’d like to sink myself in every rough detail of your face

I’d like to bathe myself in your sandpaper voice

I’d like to immerse myself in your scent and your breath

I’d like you to swallow me, swallow me whole, digest me, make me a part of you

I’d like to circulate inside your body and be within you

I’d like you to think that of me too.