Lungs Like Gallows

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

Because I have been breaking mirrors since 1989...

I walk under ladders,

I spill the salt on sores,

and I open my umbrella

even when I am indoors.