Santosh Kalwar

The arch of your back

a mountain, your legs

like rangifer tarandus.

Your body

hollowed-out, double-chambered.

Resting on you: dried sheep-cloth

with a fretless neck.

 

Distributed across: decaying intestines of sheep,

leaving behind, a beautiful spun

Worshiped during Festive vigil

offering a cloying melody

of fictional tales,

and folk music.

 

How strange the heart resembles the body of the Nepali Sarangi

(With so many compassionate strings),

how unusual.

 

 

 

Reconstruct

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 90
Tiny Data

 

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