Divaina & Me Poem by Shane Markie

We looked in the fridge only to see
moldy Kraft singles and some eye cream. That
eye creme 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.