In the Kitchen on Zheltovskaya
- Feb 1, 2011
- 1 min read
Poetry / My mother sighed / as a potato peel slid onto the yellow linoleum, / she wiped her forehead /and stared through the window.
Read the poem on Anderbo.com
Photo by Egor Myznik on Unsplash
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