Half-Filled Cups of Water, Collecting Dust I. Five ft. rubber tree balloons & shoes & things the soap is running low again it’s because I keep pumping the dispenser three, four times concealing both palms completely in foam. I don’t remember the last time I wore jewelry on my wrists. The glass bangles were purchased for a funeral (actually, a celebration of life) at Deck the Neck on Devon they were the cheapest ones they had— the shop owner warned me that the glass is brittle, the sparkles will fall off, etc. I wrapped the full set in three little cloth pouches to take on the plane. In the end, none of my family members complained that the bangles were silver even though my choli was gold the sari itself was bright orange and I was jealous of my brother his cream kurta with crimson salwaar tall and with guitar singing Girl from Ipanema for our aunts & uncles II. Light comin...