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Julius Chingono

FATHER

FATHER

FATHER

My father says
“Sorry, my love”
in a four-cornered voice
hurled at me
like a brick.
My father’s pat is hard
as if his hand
were in a cast.
My father is like sugar
that has lost
its sweetness.
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FATHER

My father says
“Sorry, my love”
in a four-cornered voice
hurled at me
like a brick.
My father’s pat is hard
as if his hand
were in a cast.
My father is like sugar
that has lost
its sweetness.

FATHER

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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
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Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
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Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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