Mega-stitious,
I
never tallied
1 + 12,
counting crossed fingers by
2’s in lieu,
eschewing
Escher ladders
I
knocked on rungs
instead
–which clatter went
ignored by opportunity
and kept my collar blue–
I
refused to look at
any cat
near dawn or dusk lest shadow
cross my path,
I
saved primping
for those hours, too
when distant windows best reflected
worst,
and even when it rained inside
(which happened all last year)
my umbrellas stayed in stand
–all 3 of them–
the exact same number of
feet remaining to
an unfortunate cottontail,
coincidentally enough.
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