Humidity breaths heavy against the wall to wall windows.
I still marvel at all the light.
Dawn cracks the sky open
so blue, it’s embarrassing.
I’m dressed in cotton cloth steeped with tradition.
The scent of homemade incense licks about at my collar and feet.
Mother finds this most pleasurable,
and for this reason alone I wear it.
Her smile screams triumph,
Like I’ve finally succumbed to her cultural demands of me.
I just like to see her sharp ivory teeth,
peek through her strong bowed lips.