We
here, it's said,
live a charmed life
a lucky life.
We are safeguarded by
a glyph,
hushing us shut
an aegis shaped like
rainbows-horseshoes-hugs
a promise-a blessing-an embrace.
But rainbows!
teeter unsteady,
to people who never rode one.
They have one foot
the other end's a cloud
(and we all know what happens to clouds)
and that one foot-
if you ever find it,
lift it
show me
the pot,
the leprechaun,
without the whole color'd arch
toppling over.
And horseshoes!
are magnets
and magnets draw blood-
rusted hemoglobin-
always back
and always down
twisting it in symmetric
patterns of force.
A hug?
This community never embraced me
and my culdesac was
a forgotten alveolic sac
noosed off
air-starved.
Speak of hugs, but
hugs are close kin
to choke-holds.
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