Playground

“Watch me,” he shrieks delightedly my beloved baby brother with cornsilk hair and a torn t-rex t-shirt His citrusy seraph smile reflected in the smudged swingset chain white teeth like miniature chiclets revealed behind lips smeared with popsicle slime If I could give my youth gone by to him, I would so that he could remain like this; innocent, gleeful and sticky for just a little while longer.