My cool friend from Bombay

she used to make
this peculiar Hanumanji face
unintentional, and just as deliberate
peals and peals and peals (really, there were so many)
of ungodly laughter

her thepla was my thepla
her oldest sister, my oldest sister 
her Modjo (of the ‘Lady’ fame), my Modjo 
and especially, her ever so special Cadbury from India, 
my ever so special Cadbury from India

in every which way
a testament to everything
one could ever have hoped to learn
from the (adolescent) sisterhood, unsuspecting 
and rocklike, of a sisterfriend

just how did I never
write her a poem

thank you,
J.

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