Spring 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 2 Poetry |

On the Fast Train

I begin thus: a Rajdhani Express: Delhi, Howrah, Victoria Terminus. In India I course a triangular route from cousin to cousin despite the fall heat and slow mail. I lower the handcart and cheese of my dowry which helps me write, not about me, or you, or a vegetarian Thursday, but about how to leave and where to stay. The older ones say I am you. I pore over maps and traintables, powder the floor for rangoli, string lights in December—; Divali, lipstick, girls in ghagras under a bridge. Imagine a daughter of yours bewildered among aunts and blurry station doors. pista-badam: pistachio and almond fulkas: flatbread rangoli: powdered floor decoration Divali: Festival of Lights, Hindu ghagras: floor-length skirts

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