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Sati Mata in Jackson Heights
Sita's getting chubby;
"I'm pregnant," she claims.
Ma's henna-tinged hair
bursts into flames.
It never lived
but Ma shrieks "Honor is dead!"
Sita never wanted marriage
but now how will Sita wed?
At thirty-six
Sita's not a child.
That perfect plastic smile
her whole life she's smiled.
Enough!
Ma is on fire.
She burns on a pyre
with traditions that never valued her.
And life goes on.
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