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the fat sun stalls by the phone masts. anti-climb paint turns sulphurous on school gates and lamp posts. in willesden people go barefoot, the streets turn european, there is a mania for eating outside. she keeps to the shade. redheaded. on the radio: i am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me. a good line – write it out on the back of a magazine. in a hammock, in the garden of a basement flat. fenced in, on all sides.

four gardens along, in the estate, a grim girl on the third floor screams anglo-saxon at nobody. juliet balcony, projecting for miles. It ain't like that. nah it ain't like that. don't you start. fag in hand. fleshy, lobster-red.

i am the sole

i am the sole author

zadie smith, nw

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Created on 2021/11/15 17:51:16 UTC