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2 critiques written · 4 received
00Thirty PercentThe forecast gives it seventy
and my mother brings the washing in.1 critique01Studio Portrait, Accra, 1974In the photograph my mother is nineteen
and has not met the country I was born in.1 critique02Small InheritanceHer keys still turn the lock, though she does not.
Once, this hallway held more furniture than light.Waiting on a reader03Two Words for RainMy mother's language has two words for rain —
one for the kind that asks permission,1 critique04What My Mother Prayed in the Other LanguageShe prayed in the language I was taught to lose,
soft in the kitchen, before the six o'clock news.1 critique
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