epilogue by Grace Nichols:

"I have crossed an ocean
I have lost my tongue
from the root of my old one
a new one has sprung"


Staying Alive, real poems for unreal times(2002)

Sunday, January 27, 2008

skittle



skalik mama bukak pintu.....



apa lagi... mama tros polok, ciom, gomol si 'encem' (bak kata mak) ngan bercucuran air mata. macam2 mama tanya.




mama sangat2 windu skittle. skittle je la harapan terakhir mama. skittle je la yang dapat ubat ke 'loneliness' mama.




skittle meow... x macam biasa. selalu skittle cume pandai "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." skittle macam cerita macam2 pada mama. tapi nape skittle meow? nape skittle lain?
tompok 'tapak kaki' kat belakang badan skittle kok sama...
xkan sepanjang skittle merantau skittle dah pandai meow?



"skittle... mama cume ada skittle je sekarang..."







alarm berbunyikkkk...................






sume2 tu cume mimpi je anak2.....


realitinya, mama nanging dalam tido; mama atas katil, all by myself. sume2 tu cume mimpi... yang x mungkin jadi kenyataan.

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