by on June 25, 2008 :: 0 comments

I notice the cracks
on the sidewalk.
I step on them. I’m
not superstitious.

I don’t want my ma’s
back broken ’cause
I couldn’t forgive
myself if it was.

When a black cat comes
and crosses my
path, I don’t expect
to be unlucky.

But I guess that could
be the reason
why so many bad
things happen to me.

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