In the dark

So muggy
it was 1976
that my parents
drank tea
out in the garden

below my bedroom
whilst overhead
ridiculous bats
scattered
the insects

as talk
in their foreign mumble
of that language
of adults
never looking up

to see me
sill-propped
at my shared window
flying blind
gathering my fill.

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