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by Joan Serratelli

The silence
in my home
is so loud
that I cannot sleep

My thoughts are random
Will I ever learn
to actually inhale
a cigarette?

Will I die
tomorrow?
If I do-
ponder this'
How do I know
that on 4/12/12
I will be found dead shortly
thereafter

It would be a clique
to meet your maker
on Friday 4/13/12
....

But somehow
I knew
HOW?

Well
you always say
bad things happen
on Friday the 13th
o on weekends
when drs aren't around

Well~
if I suddenly
stop posting
just remember
that somehow
I knew

04/12/2012

Author's Note: ?

Posted on 04/12/2012
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/13/12 at 01:02 AM

Joan! That is spooky!I sure that doesn't happen!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/19/12 at 02:07 AM

Great first stanza - nice bit of tension, a wide open venue for what might come next. This is a good combination of superstitious customs and humor. I like the direction your writing has taken.

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