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I 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 moreMy children tickle me to laughter
My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies to contract—not in want of food—but to commemorate our survival.
Read moreWho’s she kidding?
Who’s she kidding? They tsk as she goes by. She hears them & it hurts, but shame doesn’t wear her like an an old dress. She waves.
Read moreWhen we lost language
When we lost language we all went blind. Our eyes dry, that ache that once allowed us to see you became winter. We shrugged when you died.
Read moreTanti cries with her mouth open
Tanti cries with her mouth open, surrendering her tears to the unimaginable. His bones are joined with the rest without identity or medals.
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