This is poem thirteen.
Is it unlucky?
I’m thirteen.
Will I be unlucky this year?
I own a black cat.
How long will I have bad luck?
I walked under a ladder.
Is that bad luck?
I’ve stepped on the sidewalk cracks.
Should I carry salt with me?
I’ve never found a four leaf clover.
Do they really exist?
I dropped a mirror once.
It didn’t break.
Maybe I’m not so unlucky after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem