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The Deliverer:Tishani Doshi
OUR LADY OF THE LIGHT CONVENT, KERALA To the day of her birth, How it happens in some desolate hut
The sister here is telling my mother Outside village boundaries
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How she came to collect children Where mothers go to squeeze out life,
Because they were crippled or dark or girl
Watch body slither out from body,
Found naked in the streets, Feel for penis or no penis,
Covered in garbage, stuffed in bags, Toss the baby to the heap of others,
Abandoned at their doorstep.
Trudge home to lie down for their men again.
IU,UM-C-I
dug up by a dog,
Thinking the head barely poking above the
ground
Was bone or wood, something to chew.
This is the one my mother will bring.
MILWAUKEE AIRPORT, USA ROV
The parents wait at the gates.
They are American so they know about
ceremony
voc-U-b -R-6Y
And tradition, about doing things right.
They haven't seen or touched her yet.
Don't know of her fetish for plucking hair off
hands,
Or how her mother tried to bury her.
But they are crying.
We couldn't stop crying, my mother said, ess
Feeling the strangeness of her empty arms.
This girl grows up on video tapes,
Sees how she's passed from woman
To woman. She returns to twilight corners.
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'O
The Deliverer:Tishani Doshi
OUR LADY OF THE LIGHT CONVENT, KERALA To the day of her birth, How it happens in some desolate hut
The sister here is telling my mother Outside village boundaries
vea_A
How she came to collect children Where mothers go to squeeze out life,
Because they were crippled or dark or girl
Watch body slither out from body,
Found naked in the streets, Feel for penis or no penis,
Covered in garbage, stuffed in bags, Toss the baby to the heap of others,
Abandoned at their doorstep.
Trudge home to lie down for their men again.
IU,UM-C-I
dug up by a dog,
Thinking the head barely poking above the
ground
Was bone or wood, something to chew.
This is the one my mother will bring.
MILWAUKEE AIRPORT, USA ROV
The parents wait at the gates.
They are American so they know about
ceremony
voc-U-b -R-6Y
And tradition, about doing things right.
They haven't seen or touched her yet.
Don't know of her fetish for plucking hair off
hands,
Or how her mother tried to bury her.
But they are crying.
We couldn't stop crying, my mother said, ess
Feeling the strangeness of her empty arms.
This girl grows up on video tapes,
Sees how she's passed from woman
To woman. She returns to twilight corners.
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