my red leather glove in the bowels of M1

They were the richest looking thing I had - and that has so much meaning these days.
Given to me by people who folded me in family and lavished love on me - rare and precious and still a wonder.
They were beautiful. My one concession to leather.
Come back to me please :(

beautiful things the boyfriend says, part 2

"Damn, that's cool"

"Painted jars :)"

"And then you just caught and put some faeries inside, right?"

can you even imagine

A woman, living in this city for under 20,000 dollars a year?

The professor asks, at the end of a wearying lecture on women and work. The hundred-strong class feels hushed, tired, but in the TA corner there is a hulchul, a few of us turning to look at each other and saying, can you imagine? Fake outrage with a bitter edge. Can you even? I think I can imagine!

I'm sorry you're poor! One of them laughs afterwards. I'm just sorry you're poor!

Most of the women in the class live at home and commute 3 hours to come to the university, work 30 hours a week, pay their exorbitant tuition, pay their bills at home, are caregivers; and somehow still have the energy to do their readings, sometimes.

I am only thinking about how I should drink some water and survive the one hour bus ride home and eat some kurma sitting in my fridge. I don't need to buy myself a slice of pizza right now.