PoetryBuilding a new washroom by Sreekanth Kopuri in the November 17, 2021 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint for Padmaja Pullagura There’s Holy Communion tonight, so my mother washes her body since she should her soul’s there she goes, but as per vastu our washroom was built outside, stained today with our dirt, slippery with grime, and cobwebbed