Warlight

by Michael Ondaatje

Scratch Ball

‘schwer,’

squeeze himself into that margin between what had been thought about and what had not yet been considered.

a past that felt completely erased began returning. And there was a hunger towards it I never had when days had slipped past me at the speed of a blink. I was in The Darter’s Morris and it was summer and the cloth roof of his car stretched up and folded back slowly. I was at a football match with Mr. Nkoma. I was in mid-river eating sandwiches with Sam Malakite. “Listen,” Sam Malakite says. “A thrush.” And Agnes naked, to feel fully undressed, was pulling a green ribbon out of her hair.

Almost a summary but with an adult perspective.