it feels nice not to have to run to teach three days a week. it feels nice to have the morning to myself, reading and writing. it feels nice to revise old poems, prune them and shape them into texts that can go into the manuscript. although this is really my first semester of being a "full-time" faculty, grad school seems like an occurrence from the distant past. i write about heavy things that happened in a city long time ago. i write about defiant women who compromised. i write about courageous women who died. my work will not have a steady audience amongst the american poetry audience. my work will not have a loyal following amongst the readers in india. no matter. i write for the sake of writing.
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