i found a dead woman in my brother’s bathroom. i tried to call for help, the police & taxi company. while waiting for them to come, my sister in law came & tried to clean the body. i was so angry & called her stupid but she didn’t stop.
Tag: dead
of seeing you behind my tears
you stood glossed in front of me.
like an antique.
purified.
like porcelain.
and everything else just stopped.
like portrait.
frozen-still.
like almost dead.
you stood blurred in front of me.
like a shadow.
darkening.
like a demon.
and the rest just faded away.
like a small feather.
hovering.
like almost gone.
21 january 2001
“bagaimana sembuh dari asmara, kecuali dengan perang?” (centhini – kekasih yang tersembunyi, hal. 31)
Log #29
we – M, D and i – were reading poems to each other. each sounded like a masterpiece. and we were ecstatic.
i was having dinner with a few friends who didn’t exist in real life in a ground floor flat with a wide window looking to the garden. two of them were couples. the bell rang and the girl went to the door. the boy was suspicious. i now can’t remember whether the guest was male or female but it was somebody whom the boy felt jealous of.
i and another set of friends went to the graves of two deceased friends. but they were no gravesite. they were buried in a corner in an empty dilapidated house. we drew two rectangles with a colored chalk – one is taller than the other – and damaged the floor within. we did a short chant and a friend of mine even walked on what’s supposed to be the heads. in just a short while, we saw movements from below the earth. the dead woke up like they had only been sleeping. everyone let out a satisfied cheer.
Log #28
i needed to do the groceries and wanted to take the car although i couldn’t drive.
my nephew kept bugging me.
i found the body of my dead grandma in the living room of the house across the street.