Luck and Fortune After his wife left with the kids, After he lost his job, After the relapse and the diagnosis, He decided he couldn’t have any worse luck. So he rented a hotel room, Requesting that it be on the 13th floor. The concierge told him there was no 13th floor. The 14th then, he said, knowing it was really the 13th. After checking in, he went out and bought a ladder At a hardware store, then stopped by an animal shelter And picked out two black cats. Back in his room, he took his shoes off, put them on The table, wrapped one hand in a pillow case, Ducked under the leaning ladder, opened an umbrella, Went into the bathroom, and punched the mirror. Then he lay down on the bed and waited, The black cats crossing back and forth Over his body, meowing and purring. And it was then that it struck him That it was the best day he’d had in awhile. Despite the umbrella, it wasn’t raining. Despite the ladder, there was nowhere to get to. There was no mirror to shame him with his reflection. He realized the cats must be hungry. He took the elevator down to the breakfast room. There was no one in there at that hour. He filled a Nalgene with milk and went back up, Watching the coins of the floors fill With golden light, then lay with his head hanging Over the foot of the bed, Watching the cats, who he’d decided to name Luck and Fortune, drink.
That detail "Watching the coins of the floors fill
With golden light,"
Genius.