Under the Salt Lamp
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Under the salt lamp, the room forgets its edges, // and even fear becomes a softer thing. // The bowl of apples, the folded sleeves, the ledger // all gather in a hush that will not cling. // I do not ask the night to make me certain; // I only ask it leave a little mercy in the curtain.
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Amina Faris
Born 1990
Moroccan
Contemporary
Amina Faris is a contemporary poet blending oral storytelling with speculative futurism. Her work celebrates inherited wisdom and community care.
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