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SUKUR HARI INI

 Terima kasih untuk hari ini

Hari cuti kita semua dari basah kuyup dan kehujanan,

ribut klakson dan kualitas udara yang rendah,

tangga yang panjang di stasiun 

dan pengisian ulang tiket KRL atau MRT,

banjir dan gas air mata di Kanjuruhan belum reda 

dan kita tidak cukup tidur menyaksikan siaran duka dan tangis

 

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Hari menjadi lebih sabar ketika mesti bangun pagi sekali

seorang penjual roti yang sopan memanggilku

dari balik pagar setinggi kepala

ia sodorkan roti-roti kehidupan

tubuh kudus berisi kelapa juga kacang hijau

 

Terima kasih untuk hari ini

Hari untuk menghitung pengeluaran mingguan sebelum

saldo menjadi lebih tegas terhadap tabungan

Lalu aku melihat isi lemari

yang kudapati adalah brokoli beserta ulat pada kaos polos

jahitan asal seorang penjahit amatir pada tumpukan foto

yang baru saja dicetak, juga DVD Thick as Thieves

di antara poster The Temper Trap dan kain batik

 

Terima kasih sebab hari ini

aku menjadi lebih malas menanggapi kemarahan di media sosial,

tulisan manis terhadap citra buruk polisi

sebagai usaha yang sia-sia, dan seorang teman yang berjanji

menawarkan simpati juga kamera analog buatan Rusia

namun sebetulnya tinggal wacana saja

 

Terima kasih sebab hari ini

Aku tidak berusaha repot menyenangkan orang lain,

tidak mengirim suka pada konten yang mengincar validasi.



2022


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