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The first day of the last day my face fell off

by Rohith Sundararaman

Issue 0 :: Spring 2007 (poetry)

my mother woke me up one day
with my face in her hand
it fell off, she said, holding it like garbage
i looked at it and then i looked at mother
she blushed
so freud was right
i ran and hid in the closet


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"The first day of the last day my face fell off" is roughly 200 words.

Rohith Sundararaman lives in Bombay, India. He gets his inspiration from the cow that never roamed the streets of Bombay. He has been published elsewhere and receives half a death threat every month for the same.