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Setelah lima hari kita berhasil menyatukan cerita-cerita tentang nyamuk yang hinggap di kebun sayur, akhirnya kita rampungkan keinginan-keinginan untuk berbelanja puisi pada sebuah swalayan yang berisik dan menyukai monopoli rumahrumah yang singgah dari negeri yang jauh. Beberapa bintang yang pernah dituliskan melalui sebuah kertas pembungkus permen karet bermotif kupu-kupu, kita simpan baik-baik dalam celana panjang yang kehabisan warna. Setiba musim dingin menurunkan salju merah dan sakura yang tumbuh di pinggiran ranting, tombol-tombol televisi terasa begitu sulit dikendalikan. Sederetan menu sulit terbaca, hingga daftar kenapa berjumlah begitu banya ketimbang mengapa.

Kemudian pukulan-pukulan dari ujung sisir dihantamkan ke lengan kita untuk menciptakan suara-suara lebam. Pisau-pisau begitu tumpul ketika channel-channel mengambang di air yang bernama. Sepasang wanita yang memanggang roti dengan selai alis-alis yang cukup untuk digunting, mengaku telah membereskan ikat-ikat rambutnya dengan sebotol sampo yang tumpah dan berserakan.

Kita akan mengatakan praktis adalah cara paling tepat untuk menghancurkan puisi-puisi yang gagal bertahan sembilan bulan. Kandungan dihargai dengan harga cacian dan murah. Hingga kain dan sebuah canting memiliki banyak bensin untuk melesat,

Kepompong dari sudut tangan kita yang menggemgam remoute control
Menyalakan mesin keheranan,
Menjadi peluk ... peluk dan sayang


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