I'll punish someone else, because actually having an impact on you is otherwise really hard
Poem in English
That's great.
I hope you felt you did yourself a tremendous favour,
and felt special, and got that special sparkly sensation
of achieving something that is so horrendously cruel and terrible
all I can say to that is
what happens when it becomes unbearable?
What happens when you push yourself so far past the limit
what's left is all that you are allowed to say is tolerable?
In terms of memories, I mean.
That sick, sick vibe
of catching that high
of psychoemotionally throwing someone off a building;
I've never felt it, and never will
but from everything I've forced myself to read, it
sure sounds like it could be a hit.
For you, I mean, it will.
I don't do drugs,
or politics, or very cauterised TikToks.
Or alcohol, or (and this last one I do actually wish I could do) team sports.
I write poetry is all, and flaunt
my abstract hopelessness at the fragile futility of it all.
One day, I will die;
one day, Fuad, or someone will get the call.
One day Kristang will once more begin a steep fall.
But I don't deal in the inevitable.
I deal in the perennial,
and the mercurially honourable,
and the shirtless.
No time like the present,
especially since you seem so intent
on quintuple-checking that I, and everything I stand for
is really that fearless.