Comments about Violetta Simatupang
Upon My Return
Leaping from the maroon sofa, Ruth kissed me
the thief of time snatched it too soon
from my weary mouth
”Daddy’s home, cool...daddy’s home. Carry me on your back, dad'
two little bead-eyed human beings
pinched Ruth off my cuddle. I wonder if I need to sigh.
Lines of free breaths
a tête-à-tête postponed