As I was working around home
I was listening to a little Stevie Wonder.
"Superstitious" got me thinking...
I am not superstitious.
I was with a friend recently
who had a conniption fit
when I walked under a ladder.
I was incredulous.
I told her
I would walk under a ladder
chasing a black cat
while breaking a mirror.
I grew up with all the popular ones.
We heard toads cause warts,
a nose itching means company's coming,
palm itching- there's money coming your way,
a cat has 9 lives... etc.
My mom once told me
as I was sitting on the ground
a few weeks after giving birth
that if I didn't get up
I would catch a cold in my ovaries.
Seriously, she believed it.
I got up.
I mean who wants that ailment?
Where exactly do you apply
Vicks for that?
I mean we rub it on our throats,
chests, and feet around here
when a head cold ensues.
I really am not superstitious.
Unless you count
wishing on a fallen star,
throwing a pinch of salt over your shoulder
when you spill salt,
blowing out candles on a birthday cake
and expecting a wish to come true.
Or making a wish on a chicken bone,
giving my daughters'
something old, borrowed and blue
on their wedding days, and also
putting a penny in their shoe on that day.
I give a coin when I give a knife or a wallet.
I even have a horseshoe hanging
facing up to keep our luck in.
I am a fake.
I practice all that.
I am shocked.
I am stopping all this nonsense.
I am off to pull a gray hair just
to dare 10 more to grow.
I may even open an umbrella
right here in the crib.
I'll book a flight on Friday the 13th.
I'll step on a crack.
I'll even swallow a watermelon seed.
I have just one request of you on my behalf.
Please keep your fingers crossed.