Tuesday we were talking before class about Valentine's Day and Drika said something about "The way to my heart is through Reese's Cups. Not even the good kind, just the ones from the vending machine." I replied "Yeah. All I'm worth on Valentine's Day is the 75 cent chocolate from a vending machine. That's nice."
Hey Taylor. The last line of your entry is great fodder for thought. "All I'm worth on Valentine's Day is the 75 cent chocolate from a vending machine." This line would sound great in a piece. Try writing around, about, this line. Below is my preliminary rumination. Great entry!
ReplyDeleteSeventy five,
maybe 50,
no - 0.25,
rusty pesos,
are what Jesus
slips into the dingy box
on the corner of Medina Mora,
to get the red pack of Pikotas,
his Abuela's favorite,
though her ten remaining teeth
are like orange peels.