to all my soft and sparkling followers, id like
to let you know. our beloved balinese brother is home
for now, in time for galungan, from intensive care,
where he was treated for the justin bieber disease.

yes, its when a childhood wildness comes back
as a virus inside your ear. presently, hes some
recovery to do. american girlhood, dont miss-
understand. these capes wear existential lapses.

sometimes your favorite puppet cant just play
your pretty name. a golden raincoat needs privacy.
sometimes a badboys moves are therapy. dont let
his face diminish the sweetness of his jam.

involuntary sat at so-called ceremony, of tea or
pure-grade ubudiana bullshit,
it was with these words she introduced herself
to the zenned-out russian maha influencers.

and as i accepted a dainty cup of jade
from an old-country double, i was struck silly
by the vanillic ozone and petrichor
of oligarchic hospitality.

the tea master, in peasant-dress, pretended not
to know who justin bieber was. so i
pretended not to notice i had spilled a sin,
some dribbled period across the spotless decor.

i dig your strychnine vibe, i said, having failed
to contain the strata of my napoleon. before
the maskmaker paid for our takeout vegan bao
and whisked me out, on our way back to kasih ibu.


//

but many other lovers

(it was binding
it was needful)

and into those
were following in the rear

πολλοὶ δὲ δὴ ἄλλοι ἐρασταὶ
καὶ ἐν τοῖς ὄπισθεν εἵποντο

// 154ξ

Selamat hari raya
Galungan dan Kuningan 🌾