A stranger to geography, I woke
to find the world in me. I do not know
how it sneaked in, but every mirror shows
I’ve been transformed. I think myself a joke
of God. My alloyed blood is Amazon
mixed up with Nile. Baobab forests squat
across my face, those eyebrows frame a knot:
the orphaned hills of southern Lebanon.
My English hand is swiping at the scruff
of Northern Ireland, blowing angry breath.
Divided heart, Jerusalem, courts death
while Sarajevo rumbles in my gut.
At first amused, I now fear I’ll succumb
as Abel falls to Cain ad nauseum.
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