the almost of it | Nabila Ismail | Poetry
I almost crack the egg into my coffee cup while the pan waits beside me, already hot, already the right answer. That feels important somehow: the almost of it. Like my brain still reaches out at the last second to catch me by the sleeve. My phone sleeps in the fridge between the milk […]
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I almost crack the egg into my coffee cup while the pan waits beside me, already hot, already the right answer. That feels important somehow: the almost of it. Like my brain still reaches out at the last second to catch me by the sleeve. My phone sleeps in the fridge between the milk […]
