Those

Those nimble fingers of mine

keep typing

batting against the keyboard of my old computer.

With the slurping sounds of my

lips swallowing and licking

delicious noodles my mother

made.

Waiting for the yellow to appear on that lightning sign

Which means one person has noticed me. Happy.


Switching between the tabs. I see

My science project. I hate it.

Mom behind me.

I just finished my bowl of noodles.


My daily life.


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