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Good Luck Entry

Updated: Apr 21

I fell asleep in the New York Public library

Probably not the first


I flipped through the pages of pretentious poetry

Feigned concentration

Convinced myself that closed eyes were interchangeable with

Looking down.


I leave money everywhere I go

I tell myself my process is to remember it’s there

It’s to empty my pockets

It’ll go in my wallet

It’s a dollar left out for good luck.


I was told my writing is unoriginal

Probably not the first


I move through the chapters of my life and I'm a cat

Feigned determination

Convinced myself that a room in a metropolis isn’t interchangeable with

The one in my cornfield town.


Still I’m drafting everywhere I go

I tell myself my process is to remember I was here

It’ll empty my head soon

City sounds by bedroom

This is an entry left out for good luck.

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