Clover written by Emily Vieweg at



written by: Emily Vieweg



I have a 4 leaf clover
in my pocket from 1994
preserved in packing tape
the clear kind.
She joins me on dates and
strokes my dreams as I rest.
I stroke her in waiting rooms and
parent-teacher conferences and
every time I speed.
She comforts me on bad
bipolar days and drinks with me on my birthday
twice a year.
I wonder if she is the company I miss
when I am singing alone
in the shower.

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