Coffee

2.14 a.m. An ambulance
breaks into the night, vanishes
into quietness

Fluttered, I switch on
the kitchen light, a morose yellow
covering boiling water

Coffee. Poured. Rising,
my anxiety becomes memory
a siren echoes within me
my mother’s eyes, morose
shutting in a vehicle
clogged with machines
masking her last breath.

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