When I was little,
I remember sitting in the grass
with my mom, looking for
It’s one of the few nice moments with her
that I remember very clearly.
She tried to do lots of things,
but alcohol always got in the way.
This Spring, I was in a park
with my best friend, in Barcelona
looking for four-leaf clovers
A stranger stole my backpack
and I never even saw their face
que raro, to feel that you’ve lost something dear
While searching for luck.Emily Keeter