Wise Poets – Hazem Fahmy – Rehearsal For The New World

Hazem Fahmy

Hours before the TV, my mouth
agape, repeating after every American cartoon
endlessly. Call it a meditation;

was I not emptying my mind
of language? Mouthing every syllable,
like prayer–God, make me a true

i.e. invisible, yet

What a rush it was
to speak empire
at such a young age. Later,

I am asked: how did you get
this accent? Once, I feared
the other end of that question. Once

across the world, I learned
the danger of carrying a country
in your throat, so I did not speak

until I made sure
I could not be heard.

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