I sit across from him, smiling, and bring the plate in my lap. I start thinking about when we were younger and I used to work at that strip club, the lights and the money...I was rich. He would come almost every night for a private dance. I glance up at him and start eating, sitting cross-legged.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark. — Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X
