Today's poem is by Angela Narciso Torres
If You Go to Bed Hungry
If you go to bed hungry, your soul will get up and steal cold rice from the pot.
Stop playing with fire before the moon rises or you'll pee in your sleep.Sweeping the floor after dark sweeps wealth and good fortune out the door.
Fork dropped: a gentleman will visit. Spoon: a bashful lady.Bathing after you've cooked over a hot stove makes the veins swell.
For safe passage to the guest who leaves mid-meal: turn your plate.The adage goes: coffee stunts growth. Twelve grapes on New Year's: the opposite.
Advice from the learned: book under your pillow. Never step on. Never drop.Every rice grain that remains on your plate you'll meet again on the footpath
to heaven. You'll have to stoop to pick up each one.
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Copyright © 2022 Angela Narciso Torres All rights reserved
from What Happens Is Neither
Four Way Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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