Stay Awake
A Poem for my Mother
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2 min readMar 15, 2021
It's seven in the morning, the sun’s up
and it stays that way
The bright golden ball
the blue shimmering waves
and the cold night that challenges the folds of my shirt
the aircon buzzes with the peeling of the ceiling fan
and the champagne bottles from last night in a technicolored…
