I’m so lucky, that’s what everybody has said.
The car was going too fast, and that tree too still.
Far worse has happened to those without intent.
I’m so lucky.
Dressed in starched blue,
I circle around my white room.
They check on me every ten minutes.
If I show promise it will become every fifteen.
They’ve taken my shoe laces.
I’m so lucky.
Mica Kanner-Mascolo is a student of creative writing, sociology, and French at The New School in NY, NY. Her writing consists of poems and short stories aspiring to give pause to her reader. Mica is currently waiting out the pandemic in Boston, MA with her dog, Willoughby.