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Kids

puddlers

two little boys

ran through the city’s back roads

chasing the moon all night

stomping hard into puddles

hoping to break the giant pearl

with ripples through its reflections

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hardknockery

Art by Victor Hugo Qisso

our son

laid across the sofa

and told me that ideas

are bulletproof

i marveled at his conception

age eleven

never a glimpse at hardknockery

learning hard truth

keeping a soft heart

over things he hasn’t been through

or shit creeks he’s never been to

i gotta make his skin tough

and leave the light in his eyes

so he can beast

and yeast

set west

go east

and rise

grannyball

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Granny Mode

evil
sour old grannies are like
snow
make everything still
everything quiet and clean
much more enjoyable
scooped up
mashed into balls
and thrown at each other
or rolled down a hill

nose assault

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Airborn Assailant

every morning at the bus stop
i believe his breath hates my life
unmoved by windstorms
unfiltered in rain
unbound by time
undeterred by the absence of space
between the fingers blocking my face
it cuts through cigarette smoke
penetrates overweight flatulence
interrupts conversation
hurts feelings and chokes laughter
just to find me
just
to disturb my peace

kids

little versions of us
with
little to no filter
or limits
looking up to our stature
two futures staring at each other
wanting to be the other
reminding us how far we can dream
without fear of mortality

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