my luck comes in threes,
and i'll tell you why.

my head is full of trees and tales and stories
(that is my luckiness)
and i believe in luck and love and magic.
i trust that the world will keep turning
(and so it turns for me)
and my tongue trills three-note thrifts,
when it has nothing else to do.

i have three parents instead of two and
three brothers instead of none
i have no sisters and fingers meant for paper and pen -

i have three boys who love me but
i only love one of them back
(and isn't that
the luckiest of all?)

i have poems, songs and stories
i have paintings, sketches, doodles -
and my eyes burst three colors
tangled and swirling.

i am threes and throats and throbbings.
i am feelings and thoughts you can't quite put into words.
i am lucky,
and luck finds those who know it