one moment
Hanging out with Khalil wasn’t like hanging out with anyone else. We ran through the streets like tyrants, orange peels flipping over our shoulders, cars…
We’ve stopped breathing. Khalil says, – Hope my sisters are ok. – Yeah, I say. Khalil rubs the corners of his eyes. The yolky sun…
Empty steel drums roll under clouds. A few drop on the town, sending ripples through our teeth. Great gales of depleted uranium scatter like seed….
When my cousins visit I tell them my two GI Joes are in Barbie’s convertible because I can’t find their ATV. “Don’t worry,” I say….
I’d already washed smoke out of my hair for the day, now this. The one who usually roasted the pig was sick so the rest…
on a small piece from one step that’s come loose, like an unexpected fault in someone you only half-know but are about to come into…
The parking lots of the taquerias are empty. Except for the big one, the one they’ve always gone to even when they didn’t live here….