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.