“Insomnia Poem” by Angela Narciso Torres (poetry ’09)

Insomnia Poem

Awake beneath an onyx sky you crack the blinds, inhale
night’s fading ink. The air is your mother’s breath on your skin,
the only steeple is the church of palms in the neighbor’s yard

dropping vermilion fruit on the grass. On another coast,
everyone you know is sleeping except for a boy you love.

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