post-wageningen’s first poem yeah!

In the night commuter train
It made me forgettin ‘bout headsets
Oh how human-sound relation is reinvented
By stupid/smart technologies

In between poems
Imaginaries of Wageningen came
Like a melancholia from the past
De Kater and Nederrijn
And the girls I met in the park

In the way to parking lot
I remembered Djuran
And our wishy-washy convo in Grand Café
“I do things slowly now. I learned it from you.”
Was it a compliment?

In the streets heading home
Meghann’s email appeared up front
Within a form of yellowed silhouette
She demanded my stories of settling back in
: Moile moile

In the lights of laptop screen
I see Christal smiling sadly
She’s getting period and jaded
Djakarta lyfe
Why don’t we escape, darlin?


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