To combat the superstitious unluckiness of the number 13, or to embrace its good fortune, today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asks for a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” On Twitter, to combat my own anxiousness and anger at the world, I often post something good that I’ve noticed, using the hashtag SmallJoysInTheShitshow. This poem is sort of like that.
13 Things That Don’t Suck
Dark coffee, consumed quietly in early light
A clean kitchen.
Catching the avocado, its neighbour the banana, in perfect ripeness.
Green apple scent of my daughter’s freshly washed hair.
Sexy shoes, on sale.
A purring cat on a lap.
Fresh cookie smell, greeting you as you walk through the door.
Opening a novel to the exact right page, even after the bookmarks slips out.
A heart emoji that would be a hug if it could.
Turning on the radio at the start of a killer song.
Pen strike across the worst thing on a to-do list.
Finding the sunglasses lost since last summer.
The chance to consider these 13 things, knowing there are many more to count.