November 8, 2007

She makes coffee in the morning, because she does not have time to stop along the way. She packs a lunch because some days she is hungry by 11, other days by noon. She keeps ibuprofen in her purse for anticipated headaches.

In the twilight, she sits on her front porch, imagining ways to save enough to buy the house she borrows from her landlord. As night falls, she tallies the list of ideas in her mind, plans their implementation.

She is going to sleep now, coins beneath her pillow that she hopes will turn to bills by morning.

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