Published in / Opublikowane w: Exiled Ink E-Magazine
Date of publication / Data publikacji: Issue 1, 2018
A friendly fishmonger in the harbour
suddenly spews TV-hatred
as acrid and thick as toilet bleach.
His fish spoils faster.
I go vegan.
People are lighter
in the streets, ready for flight.
There is no looking each other in the eye.
Dense fear mutes
the tongues of other languages.
And then there is the “oh, we like your lot, it’s the others…”
I can still see the coast of France
when the air is clear.