today she listens to his mother's anger
through the ipod she hang on the wall
eating a piece of cheese
adding some weird sliced tomatoes
in the shape of a ballet dancer
like when the 2000s children celebrated their traditional birthdays.
she feels upset between deplore
why?
in the name of God when she was five
no one even bought her a pie
she is no longer cares about any electronic generations even if they
reappear next year
though collecting vinyls and playing old
albums were her hobbies
today she will be continuing to play Graham
Coxon's songs until
her ipod breaks into eight pieces
there are no more holidays
nor big annual celebrations
in her galleries or calendars
she missed her father's sister
tidying up a white jasmine cape
near her house and the neighbor's
planted in between
her eyes never move from that large scissors
her aunt held
strawberries and old book sheets planted
they were never been touched by anyone
but she also hated her aunt who liked to listen
to the radio about religious lectures broadcast
from the church nearby
she missed her father's shiny work shoes like
how she missed June 1991
where she never was
missed her aunt who went to the market
every day just to buy
a bag of tomatoes or some seed plants
she missed her grandmother
who gave her money the left three thousand
missed her grandmother returning from the
antique auction shop in the old city where
only the noblemen touched her
missed her soft-brown-skin under her blanket
where his grandmother
would keep her sleeping
at the end of the year
now she hates the market crowds like she
never touch The Belly of Paris novel
to read
she was forced to drive her aunt everywhere
and read the novel for her English essays
and now she hates her English lecturers.
"on May 22, my mother woke me up in the
middle of the night."
people played songs about death
crowds appeared at once
she hated crowds and funerals.
in the morning of the next day
the funeral took place
it was filled with fake sorrows
and she knew people laughing behind
where she walked in the cemetery street.
May 23, she had planned to sing Ace
of Spades to her tape recorder
After 67 plays she realized she was a coward
And now she watches the news about the
world conspiracy
Drinking the Yorkshire tea.
(June 9)
at the place you were been
—Yanti Nura
ps. Written on the day she went to nowhere. I just never published this poem here but had published on my instagram before.
I just hope you all th readers enjoy it. But i dont feel like to write any longer.
Bye.
