Slava OlchevskiPoems

No. 0036 · Life in Transmute ·

Superstitions

Does number 13 mean anything to you?

My girls got seats in a row twelveI got mine in a row fourteenWith row thirteen wedged in between

Or, this is what I thoughtWhen we boarded a flightFrom a distant resort

Continental Airlines being superstitious and allJust ripped row thirteenFrom all airplanes that they control

So, I was fine, safe and protectedFrom any mysteryThat could be expected

On Black Friday, the thirteenthAfter a big quarrel… with famous Haitian voodoo queen!