Farnaz Fatemi Don’t Forget, This Is Not You i. I Speak to My Twin Sister You are not the daughter about to get swept into the ocean. I am not that daughter either. Our grandmothers’ grandmothers will have known. There are tasks that need doers. We’ll divvy the list. There has to be a sad girl and an angry girl. There has to be one who likes adults and one who always scuttles off. These are our inheritance: bangles that fixed to our wrists like the ones we outgrew, the ones we needed to be cut from.
ii. A Woman Here is someone’s daughter who wades into the waves fully garbed and watches the birds that bobbed there as they dive into an oncoming surge. Her foothold falters and her soaked skirts threaten to smother her face as the horizon bends
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