tonight nina thought she had lost

one of the silver hoops mama brought us from marrakesh

as they frantically searched the room

frustration

*french accent*

i mumbled from the bunk bed that it was "only material"

to which mama directly replied

"Nous on est FM et toi AM. Toi, personne n'écoute."

 

a syncronized burst of childish laughter

and as the tension turned into caramel

nina found her hoop