“Dear Poise, You have been selected to participate in the Hunger Games. You can bring one—but only one non-lethal item.” The letter reads. I quickly know what I must bring. I bike out of my house, and to the bakery, where I order—a giant breadstick! It is a breadstick of imagination, A breadstick of hope, A breadstick of survival, And a breadstick of quenching unruly hunger. Indeed this is what I shall bring, To survive the deathly reign of the Hunger Games.