Thursday Poetry Post: Finding Myself

Thursday, the 20th of July/came to me and said

Did I tell you all I broke a mirror last week?

Typically I don’t buy into the “seven years of bad luck” bit, so when I knocked a hand mirror off my desk, I didn’t worry. As I was cleaning up the mirror shards, the tweezers I was using broke in half. Then a couple days later I kind of, um, like, broke my toe a tiny bit? And then I was invited to a private…