Bersu Doldur
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Two poems by Bersu Doldur
Gypsy moth Taurus Mountains, the fiery air of Mesopotamia; she waits for it to caress her. It doesn’t. The English cousin. But she’s not entirely. Nor Kurdish, or Turkish. A gypsy moth Eurasian belongs in no one’s home with wings that let her fly but she cannot land on the pistachio tree…