To Remain Awake

In my well-lit kitchen, sipping black tea
at my table, sipping from a Betty Boop coffee cup,
the top and inside molded into a bright red heart;
freezing, but I refuse to light a fire,
an effort to remain awake to get lost
in realms of poetry and fiction.

 

By: Amber R. Dulaney

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