Dormitory Room (A Poem)

good morning

An unwashed mug
sits on a dusty cupboard,
Last month’s laundry
strewn across an unswept floor.
Loose leaves and spiral notebooks
are piled up on the table —
Under it, an identification
card long been replaced —
On it, a phone buzzing
with a mother’s call, miles and miles away.

welcome back copy

 

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