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OF TEITA'S BALCONY
​(TO THE TUNE OF FUTURA FREE)

HAZEM FAHMY
Mama sits on Teita’s table
by the window overlooking 
the burnt down Old Cairo 
police department. It is 
morning, and the sun lets 
me see the dust dance around 
this balcony. Roots run deep.

She asks me why I am still 
awake, and I say: I have 
become my own sleep 
deprivation, jet lag of 
diaspora, always on the 
move, never in one place 
for supper or summer.

I'm just a "guy."

But I sometimes wish the night 
sky was a field of budding roses, 
stretching from the Nile to the 
Hudson, wide enough to get lost in, 
small enough to never need to call 
my [Mama] like: [Mama] come 
get me. There are no windows 
​in this house.

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HAZEM FAHMY is a poet and critic from Cairo. He is currently pursuing a degree in Humanities and Film Studies from Wesleyan University. His poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming in Apogee, HEArt, Mizna, and The Offing. His performances have been featured on Button Poetry and Write About Now. His debut chapbook, Red//Jild//Prayer, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press this Fall. In his spare time, Hazem writes about the Middle East and tries to come up with creative ways to mock Classicism. He makes videos occasionally.
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  • ABOUT
    • MASTHEAD
    • CONTACT
    • CONTRIBUTORS
  • ISSUES
    • VOLUME ONE >
      • ISSUE ONE
      • ISSUE TWO
      • ISSUE THREE
      • ISSUE FOUR
    • VOLUME TWO >
      • ISSUE ONE
      • ISSUE TWO
      • ISSUE THREE
      • ISSUE FOUR
  • SUBMISSIONS
  • BLOG