portents

with that run
in your stocking,
the broken
heel, your purse
left on the kitchen
counter, and when
it begins to rain,
to hail. and
you've locked
yourself out and
can't get back in,
with the keys
left in the door.
and you've dropped
your phone into
a puddle when a
black cat slipped
in front of you.
you wonder
if this is just
the beginning
of your monday,
or a prelude
of what's to come.
but you don't take
any chances,
you call in sick,
go home, climb back
into bed where
it's safe and warm.