curry

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Instead, we sit down under the bare bulb, to black tea and a little bowl of a few lumps of rice soaked in thin, green curry, bits of elastic chicken and a few pieces of hard potato.

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