the trouble with marbles is the rich kid doesn’t give them back when your kid brother chucks them over

three bags full
yuk, what do they
call this stuff

*

down stream the call of a bird maybe but stop at nothing while it’s still dark

grandma
you had to be
it

*

hard up against it with nowhere else to go, there’s just the crunch of gravel

they
wouldn’t
want
to be
built

walls would

if
they
could
speak

Samar Ghose