Kekang

 

Di rumah itu
jendela-jendela hanya menghadap satu arah.

Katanya,
begitulah cara cahaya masuk.

Aku belajar menelan pertanyaan
tanpa mengunyahnya terlalu lama.
Beberapa hal memang tidak boleh tinggal di mulut.

Tapi simpan saja semuanya
di bawah lidah,
sampai larut menjadi mimpi buruk.

Aneh ya? 
Bagaimana takut
bisa berpakaian seperti kasih sayang.

Aku pernah berusaha percaya
bahwa kandang juga bisa disebut rumah .

Tapi sesuatu di dalam
terus membentur dinding
seperti hewan kecil
yang samar-samar masih ingat
cara kerja hutan.

Dan ketika akhirnya aku mencoba bernapas,
mereka
pembangkangan .

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