When parents grow

Coughing, and noticing.


Taking the same route,


I walk.


I noticed a mother playing hackey sack in front of the post office.


I laughed, out loud.


Another single mom tagging her son around.

He has a fudge Popsicle ring around his mouth, mom holds a box, a large white box.

In my mind, she was sending it to her mother, or maybe grandmother, because she too is thinking the never noticed concrete space, today.



We used to wait, now we just go...

restoring sea salt

It was...

half relaxation,

friends and family agreeing,

tops of lids exploding,

stomachs turning,

eyes rolling backward,

humming,

memorizing,

heavy necks,

thick cuts,

a pool full of cools,

it was,

me floating on my back

feeling the sores in my mouth

not knowing which temperature my feet would hit next