IV

“You’re fine,” the doctor
said.


III

I say goodbye to
my friend.
He waves, sunshine on
a grey day.
My arm pulls my
other in—ow

limp and tight to my chest.
I think it might be
broken or fractured. What’s
the difference? Smallness
bubbles inside me on the
walk home.


II

I sit at my desk.
primary school public
education budget makes my...