by Christie Suyanto

Before you go to sleep,
call me beautiful but don’t ask why I pretend not to hear. Won’t hear. Too much
squeeze lemons upon the curves of your eyeballs and stay with me
downsize yourself to fit like puzzles. To fill. But then again, you better not
let your Macbook forgets about codes and graphics. Give it a proper burial
always remember to regret having a writer as a friend. A lunatic
remind yourself that life will eat you up if you stop dead in your track
know that bed bugs haunt my brain, but it’s too late for hospitals and clinics
I scream for help, but you and I seem to speak different languages
I refrain from kissing you goodnight, because my eyes (not lips) refuse to