retreat (poemoff 2)

retreat (poemoff 2)

as if unluck was something
i could avoid
i stepped around the ladder
watching the black cat cross my
heart and hope to die

in the dark
it doesn't matter
(a cat is a cat when it's black)
but in shining sun or
gloomy fog (dewdrops clinging
to the grass) i step
around

break my leg
or heart
(or maybe it's
a fleshwound)

and i sit down
bathe in the sun
and tell secrets
to the wicked witch



The first line of this poem comes from Zack's "INSTEAD OF YOU."