by Priyanka Ghosh

The humidity
Captures the salt and smell of the sea
And sticks it strongly to your skin and
Makes your hair dirty with salt
The camel rides and horse rides
With the colorful scarves
And old, dark, emaciated
Men driving the carts, asking for
Some extra money, change. telling stories.
The grilled, but more burnt corn
Dipped in a mixture of lime juice
Chili and excessive amounts of salt
The smoke coming from its preparation
mixes with the humidity
And through the smoke
And the humidity
And the noise
There’s my mom’s smile, my youth and
Hers from long ago.

PRIYANKA GHOSH, originally from California, attends Brown University while concentrating in Neuroscience and Literary Arts. She has the kind of mother who inspires poetry.