Family table

Family table; my father and I side by side. Silence. Silence. More silent than silence. Absolute, fucking, impenetrable silence. Bent heads. The looks pinned on the plates in front of us. What the fuck are we looking for inside the bottoms of the plates? All the things we don’t talk about. All the things he doesn’t talk about. But I’ve said everything a long time. At least I’ve told everything. And now I am silent again, because my screams have not been able to wake him up.

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