Girls are coming out of the woods, …
Tishani Doshi
Adore stone. Learn to manoeuvre …
When I see the houses in this city, …
So far from Worcester, Massachusetts. …
Because this is a monsoon poem …
At fourteen I wanted to devour you, …
Like most people, I have not known …
keeps waking me, even though it’s nowhere …
I’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks …
Let us not speak of those days …
This is not really myth or secret. …
In the future we might all be vegetarian, …
This …