Deliver

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘I haven’t been able to think clearly in several

weeks. My mind has been clouded and I can’t figure out

the reason,’ I noted as my mom looked at her own reflection

in the screaming kettle. Finally turning off the stove, she prepared

a cup of white cherry tea and handed it to me. As I took a few cautious

sips, she sat by my side and asked me to listen carefully, ‘because once

I share this with you, I won’t ever be able to remember. Take care

of these words, and deliver those clouds to their makers.’

Photography by Devushka Peyzazh