THE FALL OF JESSE JAMES
I bought a mirror for twenty bucks
that’s smaller than a Cadillac
but bigger than a Buick.
My calico toppled it, broke it,
and brought me seven years bad luck.
In the slivers on the ground,
I thought I saw a gunslinger on a chair,
unaware that his buddy had a gun to his neck.
I wanted to say, “Hey, Jesse, look quick.”
But I tripped and cut my hand.
Damn the cat.
– Evelyn B. Hirschworth