Lucky

Do you believe in it? Luck, I mean. I have a mangy rabbit's foot on my key ring, I hold it tight in sweaty hand, stroking it with my thumb. It's comforting more than anything. I found it in a thrift store, so its life began again. It's probably twenty years old now. Very bald in patches. Sometimes I whisper THINK OF THE WORLD to myself. That takes a memory photo of the moment. I save it for special, glittering moments. The day before I turned five. Driving across Canada with my family when I was 8. Getting a job at the best agency in New York when I was 24. Luck and me go way back.