My Neighbor
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Priya
9/15/20251 min read
My Neighbor
by Priya
During the festival my whole street
turns into one house.
The Guptas send sweets,
we send sweets back,
nobody keeps track
of whose plate is whose anymore.
My mother says this is what
"neighbor" used to mean everywhere,
before everyone got doors
that locked from the inside.
I want to ask her where it went,
but she's busy stringing lights,
so I just hold the ladder
and don't ask.