One of my first serious girl friends,
of the marriable type,
was a mirror image of Zadie Smith
except she was half Egyptian
half Caucasian. Her Egyptian father
was somebody important in the
United Nations representing Egypt.
Her mother was in some comparable
position representing the US.
It all has to do with how I thought of her.
Pharaonically attractive. Sure we almost
married and had we gone to live in Cairo
I could've ended if not a Pharaoh then in
some Foreign Affairs Ministry. As it was
it turned out to be just a foreign affair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem