They tell me there is no script. We will go where the muse
takes our eyes. They tell me I am to both crew and star. I
look confused, so they remind me, there is no frame fit for
God, so we will have to do with what we get. Behind us,
a mountain of 16mm stock eclipses our bodies. The
sun stays where we want it. I can barely hold up the boom.
Hands shake, anticipating pristine silence, the sound grain
before the storm in my chest. I tighten my grip, but no
drop of sweat trickles down the pole. Mohamed slams the slate.
I hear its sweet crack echo in my palms. Youssef adjusts
his lens, shoots me a smile in widescreen. I hold my breath, go
over my queues again. He picks his teeth, yells:
HAZEM FAHMY is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominated poet and critic from Cairo. He is currently pursuing his MA in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas at Austin. His debut chapbook, “Red//Jild//Prayer” won the 2017 Diode Editions Contest. A Watering Hole Fellow, his poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming in Apogee, AAWW, Mizna, and The Offing. His performances have been featured on Button Poetry and Write About Now. He is a reader for the Shade Journal, a poetry editor for Voicemail Poems, and a contributing writer to Film Inquiry.