My father claimed I was bad luck.
Said the single mole on the back of each hand was a sign.
Called me Snake Eyes.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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7 comments:
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 lap
and 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.
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