Aimee Nezhukumatathil is the author of Lucky Fish (Tupelo Press, 2011).
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I don't mean when a movie ends, as in, it's a! Nor tortillas splitting with the heavy wet of bean. And I don't mean what you do with your lavender robe all fluff and socks to snatch the paper from the shrubs. Nor the promise of a gift, the curl and furl of red ribbon just begging to be tugged. What I mean is waiting with my grandmama (a pause in the Monsoon) at the Trivandrum airport for a jeep. Her small hand wraps again the emerald green pallu of her sari tucked in at her hips, across her breast, and coughs it up over her shoulder a hush of paprika and burnt honey across my face.