Mimi Khalvati

Overblown Roses

She held one up, twirling it in her hand as if to show me how the world began and ended in perfection. I was stunned. How could she make a rose so woebegone, couldn’t silk stand stiff? And how could a child, otherwise convinced of her mother’s taste, know what to think? It’s overblown, she

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