We Walk a Figure Eight
Like a snowman, one of my twins suggests—looping first around the cracked basketball court and playground equipment, then the large parking lot where caregivers line up early, some in pickups, some in indistinguishable SUVs, one in a Cybertruck. Adults fall into phones as they wait to collect their middle schoolers
My First Dead Body
I clicked up with a gang of my peeps at the payphone across the street from Brown Middle School. We were fourteen and school had just let out for the afternoon. The sun was bright and smiling down on us, just your average happy day. I called my girlfriend, Boo-boo-kitty-fuk, told her I was coming...
Potshots
(after Hanif Abdurraqib) I remember guns were a private thing we only used at camp beginning with the potshots my cousins and I took at empty Miller Lite cans the white cans with the red emblem and the time David yelled at me after I discharged the lever action BB gun across the water because...
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