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Ramai warganet melirik ke ilmu tata bahasa setelah keluarnya cuplikan video wawancara eksklusif antara Najwa Shihab dan Presiden RI baru-baru ini. Cuplikan tersebut amat singkat dengan langsung menampilkan satu pertanyaan saja. Lalu bagian jawaban Joko Widodo terpotong. Bagi kamu yang pernah membuat teaser promosi suatu tayangan, memotong di bagian yang memancing curiosity penonton merupakan skill tingkat tinggi. Cuplikan tersebut hanya sebagian kecil dari durasi total wawancara. Ibaratnya film, cuplikan itu adalah teaser dan video penuhnya merupakan filmnya. Bisakah kita menyimpulkan film tersebut hanya dari teaser-nya saja? Tidak.

I went to the oldest part of my memory
found a tiny girl drown into ditch
by her own imaginary friend
mom brushed her body not so gently
watered her with tears
of self pity

The next dusk I went again
- with a devoted yearning
saw the same lil girl, sitting beside
a fan of folk song who didn't sing along
she wore her favorite navy shirt, pony tailed hair
her language was limitless to utter
love for the man, so
she looked at anything behind glass
delivering truth to the air

two pieces
both are in war
hatred or fan-girling
I am no more a worshipper

Stasis in darkness.

Then the substanceless blue   

Pour of tor and distances.

God’s lioness,   

How one we grow,

Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to   

The brown arc

Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye   

Berries cast dark   

Hooks—

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,   

Shadows.

Something else

Hauls me through air—

Thighs, hair;

Flakes from my heels.

White

Godiva, I unpeel—

Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I

Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.   

The child’s cry

Melts in the wall.   

And I

Am the arrow,

The dew that flies

Suicidal, at one with the drive   

Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

by 

Sylvia Plath

1960

Corona is invading all over the city,
I am on my corner, writing my wounded cells.

I could only rely on pets, plants, and friends.
How could parents become such evils?
I never asked to be given birth.
I am not supposed to be alive.

Love is blind
Sometimes it's weapon to kill others
Love is reckless
Its shoulders are illusion.

All I need is leaving this world very soon.
I barely have no reason to stay.