I Stroke Luck Downwards
By Caitlin Hall
I Stroke Luck Downwards
I see luck and stroke it downwards
Stroke it away from me
See it grow and die
The contractions of envy
its vivid alcoholic dream
give birth to a slow smiling child
Whose possibility I could hold forever
And maybe I never tell you
why the grip has tightened
why the crib is gilded and guilted
This is the upshot
My eyes!
Anyway
I kiss luck away
on the back of the head
Spark luck watch it empty
and gloss over me
Caitlin Hall is a poet and short story writer. She has recently been writing about delight, disappointment, enjoying things too much and hardly at all.
