Lucky charms with all the marshmallows picked out-
picture this:
rainbows and leprechauns
smiles full of gold teeth
angles on the ground with chipped nail polish
on call but for the discounted prayers
the poor neighborhoods
the not entirely righteous
demons of gasoline
guardians of the latchkey kids
I meet angels all the time
they put their wings on my lungs,
fly my breath away
There aren't any marshmallows left
guess I'll have to make my own luck.