triskaidekaphobia

nine was the break
ten was the worst
eleven saw improvements
twelve was the first
time i started to breathe
with my lungs in my chest
(instead of my shoulders
where they’d come to rest)
maybe thirteen
will be better yet
perhaps i’ll close the gaps,
pay off all the debts
i’m crossing my fingers
i’ll finally thrive
instead of merely hoping
to squeak by alive

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