Lucky

The staggered line of teeth pushing back toward
their original chaos, the bracelets of condensation
left on tables, cameos of chipped pottery, clothes
turning into moth-lace and a lace of broken threads.
It’s easy to think everything is a disaster, but then,
look how lucky I’ve been in this body. And you,
though your scars are worse for lack of stitching,
though you swear it’s since you lost that lucky
lighter that your luck’s gone sour, act like those
too-healthy doctors who don’t believe in conditions