Local Crip Yearns for Kuyang Sighting
I.
She floated through the humid night.
Jet black long hair gleamed
under the moonlight.
Free spirited, wild hearted,
she waltzed in the dark.
Fuck. She got stuck.
II.
Mimi told me about the night
Kai rescued a kuyang.
First a faint cry.
Second human organs,
tangled on the clothesline.
Tolongi ulun. Ulun handak bulik…
The blood dripped. You would have thought
Kai was terrified. He carried her back to her house.
III.
Two decades ago we moved to Jawa.
I wondered if kuyang
could cross the seas.
Kadada kuyang di Jawa, said Mimi.
Whenever I looked into the night sky,
I prayed it would be the night I saw her.
IV.
Can’t see the night sky from my bed.
I doubt she would ever
knock on my window.
2 AM routines: limbs stiffened,
joints throbbed, spine pulsed.
V.
Just how badly I want to be her: no limbs, no joints, no spine.
No pain.
A hungry beauty.
Seeking all things bloody.
Sora Anindya (they/them) is a Banjarese-Javanese Mad, Autistic, crip, and queer writer/poet/translator/extraordinary machine from Indonesia. Everything they write is written from bed, either in pain or in between pains. They mainly take inspiration from the aching of their jiwaraga (soulbody), the rekindling of connection to their birthland, and the everblooming queerness. Their poems are published or forthcoming in Suara Kita, Corporeal Lit Mag, Apricus Literary, and re:wave press.