Trading for Wishes

I close my eyes and lose some teeth. Hoping the tooth fairy would exchange them for wishes as I’m fresh out. I tell her telepathically, – praying she’s within radar – that she gift me good wishes and not the bogus kind you could buy at 7 eleven. See, wishes shouldn’t be treated like the lottery where random people are drawn to win. If the world worked like that, then what use is it to be the best that you can? Wishes should be earned or exchanged; a price for a good. That is how the world works. You give and you take or you scavenge for falling stars in disarray.
Noticing a drift, I cluck at myself- a wordless reprimand – and hold my hands together, molars and canines pressed against my palms. I whisper encantations: the trade begins.


As I read and reflect and cry

Charles Bukowski – No help for that

There is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
the greatest times

we will know it

we will know it
more than

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

we will wait

in that space.