I thought about you yesterday,there was nothing new about that.
I thought about you all the days before
when I plucked roses from the garden
in the morning,
when I blew off the lamps before sleepless
demons came at night.
I thought about you in silence,
arranged the most enticing bouquet
of good news, smiles, and kisses
(But we were only imaginary pictures,
fading from my mind as maggots multiplied
amongst wilted roses, and through broken
windows nightly demons raped my body.)
13 Jan 2011
a happy birthday
© Era Fiyantiningrum
