of war and redemption
— john mateer
In a Bar
You fuckers kept invading my country, the Angolan says,
leaning into my face like the reflection of something dead.
I say, That’s one of the reasons I left my country…
YES, MY FRIEND: his patting me on the back
foretells a joke. The Macanese hostesses watch on.
Behind them, the mirror alive with a scintillating harbour.