When the speaker's Iranian grandmother who read fortunes passes away, she begins to understand that she's inherited her grandmother's gifts. Without an initiation to forecasting, the speaker is left to make sense of her history and her future through signs and experiences she can't explain. The poems excavate the past to make sense of loss and inheritance, of magic and fate. Teeming with foxes and birds, Malak translates what's seen and unseen, and what can be heard in the quiet.