Wednesday, February 16, 2011

New Year's Eve


She tells you
“Whatever it is, it’s the Devil.”
You say she’s wrong
And ensure her that I’m a nice person
Possession?
You
Should
Be
Hanged

The cracked
Grey, black, and white asphalt
Collects tiny pools of water and dirt
That reflect the blue and white swirls above

The sun shines today, the first time in a while
Perhaps it is trying to convince us that
Today is different than
Other days.

You point out that a black cat has
Crossed our path.
You used to not be superstitious

I don’t cross streets to avoid strangers
Anymore.

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