11-11-2025, 12:57 PM
Cracks and Mirrors
You step on a crack
and when your mother
doesn’t break
you learn the wrong lesson.
A broken mirror doesn’t feel
like seven years. Luck corrodes over time,
a kind of background radiation
building in the body.
The half-life of probability,
black cat, spilled salt,
breath on dice,
each trace making certainty
only appear random.
You step on a crack
and when your mother
doesn’t break
you learn the wrong lesson.
A broken mirror doesn’t feel
like seven years. Luck corrodes over time,
a kind of background radiation
building in the body.
The half-life of probability,
black cat, spilled salt,
breath on dice,
each trace making certainty
only appear random.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson