Table of Contents | 7 June 2010
My fingers knead the kifli dough, caress the living firmness of it. The plum jam is bubbling on the gas stove, smelling of that village, that little plump woman I would have become, had I not moved across the ocean.
Radio talk show zombies— / who babble on throughout the night / to their half-conscious listeners,
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