the neighbor (owner of the house)

turns the light on his side of the porch

waves his hand, signifying her to come to his front door

she thinks, “probably about organizing my garbage and recycling”

she rushes towards him in a recalcitrant manner, hoping the conversation ends before it begins

he says, “cuando era joven, yo pase por soledad” “mi hija, usted puede comer su comidita con nosotros.”

luna says with a sudden rush of shyness, “thank you”

and produces a false smile

he says, “que dios the bendiga”

luna says, “thank you”

knowing that no god can save her

knowing that the neighbors can’t feed her what she yearns

 Ivanka Santiago

(Photo taken and edited by me)