A Quick Note on Friday the 13th

No black cats to worry about,

no ladders to walk under,

no mirrors to break,

no umbrellas to open indoors.

Just superstition, nothing more,

there can’t be anything terrifying

behind that creepy looking

closet door.

There’s surely nothing under the

bed, wheezing in raspy, hungry

breaths, looking for that errant

toe to breach the bed’s topside.

Friday the 13^th, it’s nothing but a

day. Nothing but a few numbers,

a sunrise and a sunset, nothing more

than that at all.

It’s unlikely it’s unlucky,

for anyone, or at least anyone

who makes their own luck,

at luck machines in luck shops.

The day holds no sway,

over the destinies of men,

women, children, sea creatures,

or the other fabulous denizens of Earth.

It’s just a day, steeped in blood,

panic, confusion, and paraskevidekatriaphobia,

bordering on paranoia and questionable

bladder function.

So have no fears, go get your usual

Friday night drinks, toast to your luck,

rant and rave about the injustices in life,

and remember Friday the 13^th is just another day.

-  Love, the Thing in your closet.