a possum crossed the street
in front of your house
as I waited for
someone else.
I was feeling superstitious
that week,
and I had a dream a ram whispered
in my ear,
“let it go,
he’s lucky”
and I went back to sleep.

I looked up what it meant
in my phone
as he grabbed the book from
the porch so we could go:
possum:
take no action
make no sound
lie down
play dead for awhile

he returned beaming,
and I returned
nothing.

“last note”

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