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Mango River

By Pari


a cable caresses a baby’s neck


the uterine walls panic into seizure


a turbulent birth ends in silence



a memory cries

when she cannot latch onto the breast


two grams crushed


make up for the two acres


we lost in the migration


a man severed from the motherland


within me lives the daughter


mother was told she couldn’t have


a heavy river

I am always bifurcating


butchering cleaving

hacking splitting

slashing slitting

gashing crushing

tearing ripping

open


a succulent

mango


glutinous syrup licks

my sticky thumbs

spare me your civilized ways

of tasting nectar.


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