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By: Fuu

 

The Madness Vase / The Nutritionist
by Andrea Gibson

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables
Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day
I would be grounded,
rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness is.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight
Said for 20 dollars she’d tell me what to do
I handed her the twenty,
she said “stop worrying darling, you will find a good man soon.”

The first psychotherapist said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed, with my ears plugged
I tried once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet

The yogi told me to stretch everything but truth,
said focus on the outbreaths,
everyone finds happiness when they can care more about what they can give than what they get

The pharmacist said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax
The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said
The trauma said don’t write this poem
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones

My bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.”
My bones said “write the poem.”

The lamplight.
Considering the river bed.
To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread.
To everyday you could not get out of bed.
To the bulls eye on your wrist
To anyone who has ever wanted to die.
I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing to do-
Is remind ourselves over and over and over
Other people feel this too

The tomorrow that has come and gone
And it has not gotten better
When you are half finished writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried”
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back
There is no bruise like the bruise of loneliness kicks into your spine

So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of the looted buildings
You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside
Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside
Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house
But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
A life can be rich like the soil
Can make food of decay
Can turn wound into highway
Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says
“it is no measure of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society”

I have never trusted anyone with the pulled back bow of my spine the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat
Screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound
Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town
Calculating exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo
So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window
When I can see what I couldn’t see before,
through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in
just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better
but knowing as bad as it hurts our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming
let me say right now for the record, I’m still gonna be here
asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet

you- you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.
Raising your bite against the bitter dark
Your bright longing
Your brilliant fists of loss
Friend

if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,

my god that’s plenty

my god that’s enough
my god that is so so much for the light to give
each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over
“Live”
“Live”
“Live”

 

Rindu Berdebu (Side A)


Aku menunggu
Dia yang kurindu
Berharap penantian berbuah temu
Namun akankah hanya berlalu
Apa yang berkecamuk di kalbu

Di mana semua terhapus luruh menjadi debu
Termakan oleh gerusan sang waktu

Dan aku pun musnah lebur menjadi abu
Hilang tertiup terbawa angin yang berdesau

Yang mungkin dengan begitu
Pada akhirnya akan sampailah menjadi nafas hidupmu

Jakarta, 6 November 2017
03:10 AM
Fuu
​

Yakumo ​

 

Karena tangis tak selalu berarti duka
Tawa tak selalu berarti bahagia
Ribuan kata terucap tak selalu memiliki makna
Dan diam tak berarti tiada rasa
Karna mungkin diam itulah mencinta

Jika ribuan kata membebani
Mungkin diam akan lebih berarti
Namun jika diam tetap tak berarti
Entah, akupun tak mengerti apa yang terjadi


neng, 28 Mei 2018

 

Ingatan ini ambruk, berdebam menghambur di tanah ceruk
Janji memang tak semudah ucap lidah
Ada jarak antara ephemera dan epistema
Ada riak dalam muara, laut yang tidak lagi bersuara

 

Kamu mungkin saja lupa
Cinta bukan tentang siapa dengan siapa
Cinta justru tentang bagaimana dan mengapa
Yang lantas bermuara pada frasa "tanpa"

 

Banyak hal yang tidak bisa tidak lupa
Seperti misalnya, bagaimana kau datang dengan melihatku dari belakang
Kita yang mulanya tanpa awal mula
Menjadi simulakra

Dalam kenang di kening ada aroma daun kenanga
Aroma halaman rumah yang kelak akan kita bina
Aroma kasih dan hujan
Citarasa rinjih dan gelinjang

Jangan pernah lupa
Kendatipun tidak bisa tidak lupa

 

Aku akan menemui untuk waktu yang lama
Walau jika kau beristirahat di tempat yang jauh
Kalau kau tak cinta kepadaku, tak apa
Bagaimana?
Kamu tahu aku sudah terlanjur cinta kepada mu

Pagi ini, kuterbangun dengan mata yang lelah
Aku berjalan di jalan yang kau lalui

Setiap saat, di saat aku semakin mengikuti mu
Hatiku terus berkata
Walau aku selalu dibelakangmu
Setidaknya kita masih melihat langit yang sama
Terima kasih Tuhan, Kau masih sayang pada ku

Melewati lorong yang semu dan tanpa akhir, jika aku tak pernah berusaha mengejar mu
Aku akan melihat senyum mu
Andai kita melihat ke tempat yang sama, di waktu yang sama

Terkadang, cinta bisa sangat sangat sangat sangat menyakitkan
Seperti ulang tahun yang dirayakan sendirian..
Tapi, aku akan bertemu dengan mu
Di tempat yang jauh

Setiap saat, di saat aku semakin mengikuti mu
Hatiku terus berkata
Walau aku selalu dibelakangmu
Setidaknya kita masih melihat langit yang sama
Terima kasih Tuhan, Kau masih sayang pada ku

 

Sudah banyak yang terjadi
Tapi tidak juga habis tak bersisa
Masih banyak tempat tersinggahi
Tapi tidak pula persis seperti awal mula

Kita tidak tau apa yang tidak kita tau
Kita berdiri dan berlari untuk hari ini
Untuk hari ini