Lady Luck

Saturday I was scared out of my mind, until

I was shit on by a bird. Sunday I broke a glass,

and instead of getting mad I yelled OPA! alone

in my apartment. It’s Monday and I saw a ladybug

today. Thank god. Lady Luck is screaming at me,

BE BOLD! She shakes me by the shoulders.

Do not ignore your fate, your destiny, your life.

I’m so very tired, and there is nobody to rub my feet.

I’ve gotten too comfortable in the temporary and

it is making me miserable. How many ladybugs will

it take for me to go my own way? I keep holding the

broken glass - bleeding - thinking its virtue and strategy

to wait. But the sky waits for no one. It stretches onward,

and it will keep shitting on me.