PERSON Poem: Lucky You, by Krista Faurie

Luck has made you feel above faith
You have control of neither one,
Yet somehow misfortune has passed you by
You’ve nary been tested in a way that would require anything greater than a wallet

Luck would have you believing that you’re too smart for faith,
The latter being something for fools or weaklings

But it is only luck which has shielded you from misfortune
Darling, misfortune is merely late to your station
You’ve never, not yet, whispered love nor gratitude into the ear of one
whose life is being taken before your eyes

Your perfect eyes
They wear bifocals now

My lip trembles as I write, knowing that what has been peppered throughout the lives of some,
will likely befall you en-masse
That your short time left must now accommodate a lifetime of sorrow
How terribly unlucky

When that time comes, and as sure as the sun rises it will,
I ask myself if you’ll look up, or down, or in
If you’ll curse to the sky with a shaking fist
Or if you’ll plead with things unseen

No matter
The otherworldly is not accessible to those who’ve spent such time disbelieving
Your soulagement will be the breathing room that will come in short bursts between
other unfortunate events to follow

Lucky you