A Little Bit Of Poetry Here And There

The River Of Girls

By TISHANI DOSHI

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This is not really myth or secret.

This murmur in the mouth

of the mountain where the sound

of rain is born. This surging

past pilgrim town and village well.

This coin-thin vagina

and acid stain of bone.

This doctor with his rusty tools,

this street cleaner,...

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