H Eye Jay K
His nose formed a sharp peak from that angle.
To catch his eye
I must move a mountain
dislodge the boulders in his throat.
I have one photograph of my father.
It’s black and white, taken by his brother.
In it his hair is slicked back so that it sweeps up off his forehead making a wave back over the top of his head.
When I get out of the shower, I look just like him.
Extract from H Eye Jay K, 2022
