Girls Are Coming Out of the Woods

I want to give this book to the people I love, and say to them, memorize this, never forget. – Jeet ThayilEach poem promises the sharpness of broken sea-shells, the smell of brine. In this collection, Tishani Doshi inhabits the different homes: her childhood, the body, cities that were passed through, cycles of rain. There are poems of celebration and homages, as there are poems lamenting human cruelty and dispassion. This is also a book of travel and of homecoming, of familiar decay and startling, haunting discoveries of our oldest themes of love, grief, suffering and anger.