Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th always takes over. I can’t be saved with a four leaf clover. Everything is ominous. My cereal is filled with angry ants. If I turn on the stove, will I start a fire? Then run and trip over an electrified wire? I tidy up and call the electrician. I sit on the couch to avoid premonitions. Friday the 13th is a lonely day. I’m scared to be here but also scared to drive away. As I could get in a crash. I throw my old toaster in the trash. My friends text and ask what’s wrong. Wasn’t I supposed to ride along? I check my phone and realize, That this day I’ve been viewing with fearful eyes- Is Thursday the 12th! So no need to worry about my health. Tomorrow, I can hole up again. But for now, I’ll have fun with my friends.