Arundhathi Subramaniam, 5:46 Andheri Local

In a women’s compartment
of a Bombay local
we seek
no personal epiphanies.
Like metal licked by relentless acetylene
we are welded —
dreams, disasters,
germs, destinies,
flesh and organza,
odours and ovaries.
A thousand-limbed
million-tongued, multi spoused
Kali on wheels.

When I descend
I could choose
to dice carrots
or a lover.
I postpone the latter.

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Arundhathi Subramaniam, 5:46 Andheri Local

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