The kind kids get in the arm

Through a stream of tears
Nadia counts down from ten.
It’s over at two.

Palm trees

Palm trees

A requiem in 17 syllables

You crowded our yard

and put roots in our plumbing.

Rest in pieces, bros.

New shoes


Because I ran the old ones into the ground (literally)

Pebble in my arch –
Where did all that rubber go?
A chance barefoot run.

Metal head


Reflections on the tightening of my braces

Stainless steel wires
narrow the gap between teeth.
Everything hurts now.