tonight nina thought she had lost
one of the silver hoops mama brought us from marrakesh
as they frantically searched the room
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