©2017 E. R. Smith
Mommy said Tooth Fairy leaves a quarter under my pillow. Thus began a sleepless night of surveillance. Thought about Titi and Abuela heating up Bustelo. Coffee could help against Sand Man assailants. Yampi in eye corners formed on the sneak. Magical beings plot people to sleep. Not tonight, I send angels a petition. God magnificent, please allow me just a wee peek. Magic is a secret warned school’s magician. Only it’s not secrets that I seek. Questions mom can’t answer swarm my vision. Keep considering life’s future weeks. News on impending is hoped to find. Now I spy wings on my curtains. Hold my breath to remain unheard. Kindest eyes, listen, wise and certain. I ask. Why is my brother such a turd?!
Bronx Beyond Borders 