Like a Viewfinder with overlapping reels, Safia Jama examines the way inherited trauma--her parents and brother fleeing military dictatorship in Somalia--can overlay the present day: "when my husband and I parted/ways, it seemed natural to me to pacck, as if, for a day trip/telling no one save two friends." As a new life comes into focus, the speaker of the poems turns her attention to the tiny theater of "my small room"--"gazing out the window:...
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