The mirror of the playground
It’s recess in elementary school. The rubber floor burns in the sun and the fountain drips out of rhythm. In the bathroom window
On the skin forever
At the change of class, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror under the white light. The hallway smelled of cologne and wet paper
Two sides and a new one
It’s the first weeks of school. The classroom smells of marker and freshly lined books. After a discussion, the desks look
At 5 o’clock at the door
Outside the high school, the gate vibrates like a giant drum. Cell phones tell the time and the rumor spreads by word of mouth
Twice brave
It was the change of classes at the high school. Lockers opened and closed like accordions
It’s just a joke!
Every day in the first weeks in another country, the classroom smells of machine coffee and books fresh from the plastic
Candy at the entrance
It was a gray morning outside the high school. The kiosk smelled of licorice and cold coins