Nonfiction | Heirloom

Dragons Tooth

Better to be a paper weight than a paper plane.

Better to be a paper weight than a paper plane. Yet wasn’t I

transform curiosity to zeal on

fallow cells abruptly assert motive.

at 

this station?

The nine year-old girl to my left senses my grief. 

Oh, girls.

More tears and now snot.

frame. Discourse off. 

This perch is precarious. Hips 

rock.