Things My Grandmother Said
Turmeric can heal anything but a broken heart. I’ve got some Benadryl I bet could shush that dog of yours. Sounds fun but what does it pay. You can’t shoot the spots without shooting the leopard. If dressmaker’s dummies could cook, we’d all be old maids. Poetry? You’re grinding water with a pestle of ice, but when you’ve never thirsted a day in your life, I guess you can play. I know plenty of family history, but don’t ask me where green eyes got into the bloodline. India invented recycling, we called it karma, but trash now is trash later. I wasn’t crying, I was dicing onions in a memory in Ahmedabad. Every time I stand up there’s Rice Krispies in my knees. This girl is perfect for you, I know her aunt. Read that to me at my funeral, boy, right now my show is on. I got to be this old by nibbling a little raw ginger every morning. Ambition’s a sinkhole that deepens the more you dump in it, but that doesn’t mean don’t get a job. In the old days, families were so big, counting nephews felt like counting stars. Every kite forgets its string. Sure, the Ganga is holy but who told you to drink from it?
