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I 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.
Read moreThrough the louvers I see Joy
Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night that she’d pressed me against the tamarind tree? I touch my arm, ready to let her in.
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