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dikirim avian dewanto 2 days 12 hours yang laluTag:
namanya juga ingin benar-benar bisa hidup sebagai penulis. ya, berlatih menulis aja dulu. tapi, kok malah nulis-nulis aja dan gak terbit-terbit. ribet banget ye. payah neh mau jadi penulis aje kok ripuh. gimena neh?
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- a poem by Michele Roberts
oh this man
what a meal he made of me
how he chewed and gobbled and sucked
in the end he spat me all out
you commanded me to sing of my redemption
oh my friend, how
you were mother for me, and how
I could let myself lean on you
comfortable as an old cloth
familiar as enamed saucepans
I was a child again, pyjama’ed
in winceyette, my hair plaited, and you
listened, you soothed me like cake and milk
you listened to me for three days, and I poured
it out, I flowed all over you like wine, like oil
you touched the place where it hurt
at night, we slept together in my big bed
your shoulder eased me towards dreams
when we met, I tell you
it was a birthday party, a funeral
it was body communion
between women, a Visitation
it was two old she goats butting
and nuzzling each other in the smelly fold