We were the letters sent to the wrong address,
but opened anyway.
We have all fought for our lives
more than we know,
survived our own questions.
I find my face in a frame on the cluttered wall.
I am giggling at the camera, so proud
of my missing teeth.
is built almost entirely
I wrote you too many poems in a language
I did not yet know how to speak
I’m about seven years behind, but I love this whole album.
It’s fantastic that I know someone who stood right there and took this picture. It’s almost like I’m the impressive one for having such a cool friend. You go, Jakey!
I never want to be called the funniest Indian female comedian that exists. I feel like I can go head-to-head with the best white, male comedy writers that are out there. Why would I want to self-categorize myself into a smaller group than I’m able to compete in?