




the trumpet sounds–high like a solo bird crossing the sky the notes float out arching in the air urging you to move heads slowly turn
When I think of Indian Aunties, I think slightly overweight, always dressed in saris or floor length night gowns from the eighties, and most importantly
The day I secured my belief that heterosexual boys and girls can’t be friends because there would always be sexual tension, I was twenty-two, watching