I really like
when the glassy mask slips off
my mother's face,when the snug fit around her eyes and cheeks
comes undone,
when some electrical charge snaps
and she pops from the trance
when her extended laugh flips
her head around to some inner song
and she laughs like a diva
when her words erupt all honey lava
and her mood spumes like champagne,
when I can hear and smell her fizz.
I really like
when she can be happy like that.
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