Tales of Expulsion
How inspiration can stay with you for YEARS!
—December 31, 2011—
“Dying. Dying. Dying,” Esth says. She pins a firm look at me through her rearview mirror to where I’m sitting in the backseat. “It is my poem. You can’t steal it.”
We’re sitting in her sky-blue jeep outside of Cuisine of India waiting for our parents to bring food out. I just finished the first semes…
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