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May 2016
I am morning
A cellphone tucked inside my pocket
Who watches the watch kissing my wrist
While putting my glasses on
I am morning
A cellphone a watch my glasses.

I am a watch
A short hand pointing on 3
Reclining my back on the long hand touching 12
Waiting for my cell phoneโ€™s ring, my mother
Watches me putting my glasses on
I am a watch my glasses a cellphone.

I am my glasses
Watching myself on the black glass, the mirror
My cellphoneโ€™s off
Ring. Ring. Ring.
But glasses donโ€™t ring
They just watch, watching the watcher,
My motherโ€™s ring are my glasses, while

I am morning.
Bryan Amerila
Written by
Bryan Amerila  Makati City, Philippines
(Makati City, Philippines)   
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