I am You, Egypt, You

Poetry & digital images

The text of "I am You, Egypt, You" was featured in the May 2018 edition of Editorial Facsimile's Ephemera 2.0 zine.

I move a certain way
Sit a certain way
Talk a certain way
And I am more like my father than I could ever know

The hair on my chest
Rising to my chin, my cheeks
My upper lip, thick and striking
Prickling my fingers like cactus needles

My hairline receeding with his
Thick and wavy and almost black
My forehead growing larger and wider
The wrinkle lines in my skin deep and long like the river Nile

I am you, Baba, you
I am you, Egypt, you
I am you, London, you
I am Me, Sarah, Me