Monday, 13 July 2015

kettle water

The day the week the mid-month begins with a tremble in the soul and awaken from some useless worry in some recurring dream I cannot ever work out,  to a chance! I get up -predawn- and put raw blue flame under the kettle water, just like my grandma and her mother before her did, say my prayers and heat up that old American dream!

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