When the sun mounts atop, in rush
this body of mine withers, but awaiting,
aye, my soul ardently aches
for your radiant smile though
never will my heart’s call be
the call to prayer you answer
with such a profound yes,
total submission so solemn
even the skies wholly fall
on their knees, in congregation
congratulating you
for being the chosen one
oh what, a miscreant
like me can do to own you
like your God do
Silvy Rianingrum is a Franz Kafka nerd who identifies as Odradek. She is currently teaching EFL in Jakarta and managing her book club for Indonesian Kafka readers, Kaven.
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