The Pale Bonsai
I have learned that the body is a ledger, and when the accounts are wrong, the debt comes due in black spots on the skin. The white sky over the chawl gave no shadow, a flat, physical fact that made the steam from the hospital laundry look like a solid thing, a wall of bleach and heat that pressed against the glass. I am Priya Banerjee, and my hands trembled not from the wine at the harvest...
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