Salt Keeps No Ledger | Ismail Adekunle Hassan | Poetry
Mother measures another cup into tomorrow, stirring slowly as if time itself might thicken. Outside, a neighbor laughs, and the scent of frying onions crosses the fence […]
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Mother measures another cup into tomorrow, stirring slowly as if time itself might thicken.
Outside, a neighbor laughs, and the scent of frying onions crosses the fence […]
The pot remembers every hand that has lifted its lid expecting steam.
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Mother measures another cup into tomorrow, stirring slowly as if time itself might thicken. Outside, a neighbor laughs, and the scent of frying onions crosses the fence […] The pot remembers every hand that has lifted its lid expecting steam.
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The pot remembers every hand that has lifted its lid expecting steam. Tonight, it holds only water learning the shape of silence.
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