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Dokhtar-e Amrika-i*
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Dokhtar-e Amrika-i* H FARNOOSH SEIFODDINI At the dinner table We talk politics I say we shouldn’t go to war We are hated around the world. My mother laughs: Akh! akh! Fekr mikoneh Amrika-ist!† In middle school with brown skin and toothpick curves their eyes watch me Camel jockey! Vanessa, with her soft milky skin and gold tinted hair reassures me: You’ll bloom in college, everyone will be after you. At some bar he walks towards me two drinks in hand his brow arches DOKHTAR-E AMRIKA’I 7 * American girl. † Oh! Oh! She thinks she’s American! over pale blue eyes he asks my name then asks where I’m from I say: the Axis of Evil. In my dreams things aren’t punctuated properly I wear Amrika on my head a turban of red, white and blue stars and stripes stream behind me as I ride through the amber waves of grain glide over the fruited plains: on my camel. 8 FARNOOSH SEIFODDINI ...