As I sip the same cup of coffee I’ve had since this morning,
I dream of the clouds departing soon,
and though the forecast is cloudy and bleak,
I bask in the imaginary sun of the afternoon.
As I crumble up the fake fortune and
crunch a piece of cookie between my stained teeth,
I slowly begin to wonder about lucky numbers.
Are they just randomly printed up,
or does good fortune via cookie actually exist
Yes, they are and no, there isn’t, I’ve concluded.
But I like to pretend both are true.
It makes days like this easier to digest.
The steam from my mug fills my lungs,
as I slow...
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