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Tangine didn’t know, which was a lie. When summer finally knelt before fall and Uncle Henry, who often acknowledged that he’d overstayed his welcome, crept out of the house for his 6 a.m. flight back home, the pores of the house opened; the sun gushed in warm and full, powering through solid, gray clouds. Tangine [...]
Read moreI remember the taste
I remember the taste of my parents’ wedding cake. No shotgun metal in the rum frosting, but sweetness in the flour, us kids suddenly giddy.
Read moreEverything is new
Everything is new, including the squint & the absence of two front teeth. He’s still like a sparrow, flitting; looking for me in the crowd.
Read moreI sang for these rupees
I sang for these rupees. And dodging the cars, scooters, the childlike wonder of slumming tourists, I find Rehka stirring dal by the road.
Read moreThere is no lasting peace
There is no lasting peace, just days like this: the house warming outside in & Sam, his bare feet on my lap, biting his upper lip & reading.
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