Luck

My toxic trait

is liking you 

too well

that and all the 

layers of deception

that I have pressed onto 

the walls of my bower 

like flower petals

to make the space around me 

more beautiful

so I don’t end myself 

from despair 

when the world shows me 

the ugliness 

of its ruined body 

I try too hard

to answer questions

the way I am supposed to 

agreeing that 

I am fine and happy 

and productive in the 

tasks of the day 

and definitely not mired

in a sea of pearly roe

that my imagination has 

filled the room with

from wall to wall

every now and then

I leap out of my chair

to declaim my victory

usually over people

when they agree to 

do my bidding

but sometimes too 

when luck strikes me 

like lightning.