Last night I slept in the yard again,/
bedded in unmowed fescue and clover./ I covered myself in a blanket of black walnuts.
Bhadrakali, the Fiery Indian Goddess
Growing up, Pati was about summers, good food, mango pickle, and stories. Whenever someone said I resembled her, I was thrilled.
Sunday Drive
On certain Sundays when the weather is not unpleasant, when the Canarsie air is no ranker than usual and when no new calamities are buffeting them, the family piles into the car and heads east to Long Island.