Madeleines for Sale by Hibah Shabkhez
Though we march together, step after step,
Time steals you from me. You glide out softly
From memory, like the wording and pep
Of an earworm, or healthy oven-free
Recipes that we meant and meant to learn
But never did. And so here I stand, left
Holding six eggs and a vulture-shaped urn,
Stirred and stirring and not-quite-bereft
Image by Coral-Creation from Pixabay
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Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Black Bough, Cordite Poetry, Ligeia, Across The Margin, and a number of other literary magazines.
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