Majid Naficy: I Have Become a Resting Place
And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.
January 9, 2020 · 1 Comment
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And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.