Jai Ganesha!

I bought a T-shirt with your face on it.

I never do that.

But you caught my eye from the car as I sped past

the used-clothing riot window every day for a week –

a black and white speck angled away from traffic.

I shouldn’t have noticed.

But I did.

I waffled over buying it until a sunny Sunday.

Walked in, pointed you out, said, “That’s what I want.”

He was amazed I’d seen it at all –

more so that I caught him just before changing

the window displays

when you’d be relegated to the anonymous racks.

I knew th...