i took steps
to change my life,
real steps
–not under
ladders, though—
tried angles without shade…
changing bad habits
one by one
–combining 1 & 3
2 make 4, i
designated Friday
to stew,
and scratched the sauté, i
traded hooker heels for
horse shoes, &
closed Windows
–so rain couldn’t get in—
furling umbrellas, i
dyed kitty hare
blonde,
–pulled rabbit feet
like petals–
salted anything behind me, and to the left, i also
trashed pepper, so’s not to sneeze…
collecting pennies from wishing wells, i
saved ‘em heads up
glued wishbones back together,
i weighted my end–
looking in glass
to check work, as
id
scuttled
all reflection.
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