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‘…when I came into this world they slapped me…’

Dreary, light-headed with hate, I watched my father feed his fish.
Electric blue and yellow darted the dark of the aquarium.
The lights dimmed infinitesimally.
Somewhere inside my thirteen years, my father’s fishtank was exploding.
The fork hadn’t yet budged in my fist.
The waves of impact were invisible, with me in the middle, completely still.
Sam Riviere


снимка: TS Abe - Лондон