The Plunge by Ada Limón

I bet the steady well never complains about all the flash dipping in, coins, coins, and more coins. This life is a fist of fast wishes caught by nothing but the fishhook of tomorrow's tug. I shoved my money in the water once, threw it like a guaranteed ticket to cash; it never came true, not the wish, nor the towering person I was bound to be. But the back-of-the-throat thrill was real, when the surface's shine broke. It was enough to go back again and again, and throw my whole jonesing body in.

— Bright dead things by Ada Limón (Page 67)