Hometown | Torsa Ghosal

sailboats moored by the quarters
brawl in the wind like fish
bones stuck in my throat. gnawing
rain. what doesn’t melt,
exerts. i tickled the
moon once with that tall
palm tree. again you

go fishing. for the whole story
peters in mustard oil,
red chili, and cavity.
glass of brandy on mother’s
dishpan palm: fine balance.
grass is always
wet on Sundays. remember

the school bus locked in moving
water like an oar? nobody
we know ever dies.

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Torsa Ghosal is a PhD candidate in the department of English at Ohio State University. She grew up in India where she was awarded the National Balshree Honor by the President of the country in 2005 for excellence in creative writing. Her poem was adjudged a winner for Inspired by My Museum Writing Competition 2014, organized by the British Council and Sampad (UK). Her poems and short fiction have been published or are forthcoming in Himal Southasian, Unsplendid, Muse India, and Truth About the Fact.