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Sport 33: Spring 2005

iv. answer me

iv. answer me

Her fingers are pointy. They snatch packets of nori,
pickled ginger, prawn crackers. She is adrift

in Chan's, a sharp little ship. 'Grandmother,
shall I make tea?' She turns her whole body

to find me. 'He put it in the bath.
In the bath, a cold wet fish.'