Young dumb thrill

I was only in it for the moment / Amalia, Sebastien & me

They hopped for joy / I jumped to find the thrill in their eyes

Bounces for freedom felt only through their gaze

Fire crackling feet meet hyenic shrills of young dumb fun

popping bubble wrap laid out on the floor

of the empty room no one ever slept in

“Koté Papi?” zooms in a thought, before a pop kills it

dead.

“Koté Papi” in Haitian Creole translates to “where is Papi?” in English.