Holding a credit card feels surreal
For this I can see
A tangible symbol of Dad’s possibilities
It’s subtle weight carries a sort of prestige
Stark contrast to my immediate surroundings
Lining my finger along its sides
I carefully lay it flat, admiring the font type
It represents a future, one I can see
Maybe we will live in a house
One where I can run free
Suddenly, a tight clench in my throat
We’d reached it once again, I know
There it is, consistency
It seems we are stable
Though I know, the chaos this credit card cradles
Sarah Lopez 