Today my poems bought me dinner. French onion soup and a hamburger. Yesterday, they bought me a pint of milk, oranges and corn muffin mix. And my poems have been sheltering me since August.
In other words, I've received my first stipend check.
All week I've smiled like crazy while handing over my debit card to a clerk. On Thursday my poems bought me an umbrella and a Colgate t-shirt.
My poems are taking care of me this year. Each bill, each cup of coffee, each new book will be purchased by money my poems earned.
My poems even sent a check to my mom.
Thank you, O poems of mine.