As the sun drains its yellowed web from my windshield,
girlish giggles lap against my ears,
crested with bubbles that pop with excitement.
My spent eyes catch them plotting in the rearview mirror,
but I die laughing
as I fall to their friendly fire.
They need this win—
they need lots of wins—
before I drop them off at jiu-jitsu.
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by Wael al-Mahdi