My father claimed I was bad luck. Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign. Called me Snake Eyes.They cut off my right hand for stealing in Saudi Arabia. Now he calls me Cyclops.(sorry Nagel, I couldn't resist)
Don't apologize, GWOE. It's funny!
LOL! It IS funny! I admit to having a sick sense of humor...
OMG - it IS funny!
My father claimed I was bad luck. Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign. Called me Snake Eyes. I was a luck charm.Not lucky, just charmed.Wherever I went, people were happy.A man finds a dollar on the sidewalk.Little girl does a perfect Double Dutch.Toddler finds a shiny rock, just mouth-sized, and his mother doesn't notice for fifteen blissful minutes.Small things.That was my gift.That was my power.Me, I had accidents.Car wrecks.Fire in my apartment.Lightning strikes.Even an asteroid, once. I can show you the scar.I was angry for a while.Sometimes I still am.My misery, a sacrifice, and for what? So little?But now, I sit on the park bench, where the people can walk past.I watch the toddler and his rock.I fold my hands in my lapand smile.
That's cool scattercat, you took it someplace so humbling. Nice job.
If it's any consolation, I laughed at Cyclops and then felt sad because I hadn't thought of it first.It did seem like the beginning of a poem, though. I wish I had more time to work with the line endings; I don't think they're quite right as is.