Real Fiction / Carmen Tot, translated by Camelia Diaconu: My Clones

My stomach’s in my throat. Every word the doctor says can be an understandable urge to quit. I leave myself there, curled up, waiting, and run to the office, everything a day-by-day schedule. I watch myself sit in the leather swivel chair, arranging every one and zero, and fly through the roof window, scaring the pigeons. I run barefoot across the sand, dive into the sea and flail my slender arms …