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

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

braces

Reflections on the tightening of my braces

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