Big Hair, Big Laugh, Big Light! Short, Jewish and Ballsy. One of the strongest forces I have felt on this earth. Her laugh is mighty, and her heart is open. Amy takes and gives no shit. The lessons we are learning now, I will forget them, but Amy will not.

Amy is the lens through which I am discovering adulthood. And I am hers.
Here now to bear witness of her vastly maturing life.

The sunshine is magnificent, buildings worthy of the sun.

We are spies in an old Russian movie, set in Bohemia.

In the barely-not dead of winter, most streets are empty except for us.
Surrounded by silence, just the whirl of the wind.
Amy’s heels click on the black brick streets, marking our pace.


Smazeny Syr ---- Fried Cheese of a lifetime
Country Sex Sharon ---- Old Russian Strip Club
Acropolis --- Where we drank Absinthe
Govinda ---- Hari Krisha Buffet & Naps

They’ve arrived in some type of rectangled car.
“MESTSK A POLICIE,” printed boldly on both sides.

Inside, two officers sit frozen.
Like if they don’t move, I won’t be able to see them.

Their uniforms too big, their faces too young.
Like they’re background cops in West Side Story…
Who’ve only prepared for theatrical crime.

“Excuse me, are we waiting on something,” I tap too hard on the glass.

Surprised, he won’t turn to address me.

He turns to young “Novak” instead.

A giant mama Beech tree sits at the edge of a park near the Vltava river. Her base wide and short, her limbs sweep out to her sides before spindling and spiraling up, then splitting off again. Her shape is that of your grandmother’s hands, palms turned up, fingers gently curling in. Learned and strong, ready to catch the sky should any crash down.