The waters of Blakang Mati are, after all,
warmer than the sun;
someone told me to towel off
the parasites, and get into a hammock
and shut the hell up for almost eleven months.
That someone was my therapist.
I learnt
why Anakin hated sand, and why it gets everywhere;
the lines between your heart and mind are often so threadbare
that all it takes is really, one particular kind of blindsiding
to make the beach run right over the tides
and then reality is disintegrating, and you need to check
if your entire life has been a lie,
Because someone you loved and treasured turned about to be
very much by design.
Thankfully, I am not a Speaker of Parliament,
or, according to the toddlers who interpret human rights, legally married.
Honeypots are pretty, and very sticky,
but throw them in the sea,
and they become what they were always meant to be:
the barest ooze, on the moving picture of serenity.
Cable cars are nice, and rock you to sleep.
I learnt from my therapist that this could mean i wanted to return to the womb.
Only on this, I disagreed.
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