This poem is taken from PN Review 58, Volume 14 Number 2, November - December 1987.
Another Day in Iowa City'My father's been to your country,' I begin.
But you interrupt, saying you want to go
to India . . . while I wonder
how your shirt is the same blue
as the blue dresses painted on
the glossy wooden Russian dolls
my father brought home one day.
Your shirt brought back
...
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