Fajr

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.