fish dinner

I want to write a poem about the fish dinner nights of my childhood. They were different than every other night because they were silent. We were not allowed to talk while eating fish. Every other night was clamorous, confrontational, and riddled with laughter. My sister’s giggles sprayed stray pieces of chicken makhani onto my graduation gown hours before I walked. Every meal would end … Continue reading fish dinner

❤melt : calling on alex

I met Alex when I was 17 years old.  I don’t know if you can remember so long ago, but I can.  Back then, the world was so small that everything was within reach, and time was so overgrown that you could take as much as you needed.  Back then, we were afraid to die young, as if life were more slippery than youth. We … Continue reading ❤melt : calling on alex