i think to myself
as i rub
the soft fur of the key chain.
and that penny
lost, lying there for god
knows how long.
who cares about
a penny anymore. lucky
my foot.
i'm stepping on cracks
all day.
walking under ladders.
breaking mirrors.
the neighbor hood cat
is jet black and dances
in front of me with her
glass bottle green eyes.
laughing.
we make our own luck.
work hard. keep your nose
clean. don't hurt anyone
and maybe you'll live
another day before they
throw a shovel of dirt
on you.
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