365 Poems: February 13th, 2014

Unlucky 13

Thursday the 13th;

a day luckier than some

or unluckier than usual.

For what would happen

if January had one more day?

My friend in French

said the zombie apocalypse was today.

She heard sirens in her sleep

and saw the lights flicker at the minute bell.

For what would happen

if we’d been one day late?

Would the dead rise from their graves then?

Just to hear us say,

“Friday the 13th. That’s so cliche.”

But it is no horror story;

today is no day for yelling, “Don’t go in there!”

It is Thursday the 13th;

one day short of a terrible fate.

For what would happen

if the dead read our stories

and turned in their graves with laughter

at our superstitions?

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