Pepe's Nuts #81

Named in chalk, then renamed by those who held, even silence seemed to seethe, then soften. The burden is anatomical and heavy, but the promise is generational. A tingling begins in the palm and climbs the forearm—permission to believe. Nuts stick together, even in rough seas. They are buoyed by laughter, rumor, and inevitability. And still they shine, asking only to be held right.