Flumes Vol. 5: Issue 1, Summer 2020 - Page 49

Section 9:

The Nishani of Language

“At a certain point I lost track of you.

You needed me. You needed to perfect me:

In your absence you polished me into the Enemy.

Your history gets in the way of my memory.

I am everything you lost.

You can’t forgive me.

I am everything you lost.

Your perfect enemy.

Your memory gets in the way of my memory.”

-Agaha Shaid Ali

“Farewell” from The Country Without a Post Office.

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