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Kamala Das

Kamala, all the time hear I complaining against your husband
And you after the things of your own
In a very confessional way,
Interpreting the sexual dreams of yours,
Feeling the heat of the Indian summer not,
Nor the siestas of it
When the loo, heat wave blows it hard
Sucking blood, drooping down with sunstroke

But talk you in a very sensuous way about the summer of the body,

The hunger of the body,
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