Dionne & I

We looked in the fridge only to see moldy Kraft singles
and some eye cream.  That eye cream was our pride and
joy, so extravagant and luxurious, it made us feel rich.
The cracked walls of the bathroom fading away into the
small lights of her tiny vanity mirror.

We may have had no food, but we knew the eye cream was
all we needed -- we were both young, with pretty faces and a
lot of faith in the system.
     Some men would take us out.

Jewel Kilcher