one day my daughter and I were trying to figure out why there weren’t more worms on the driveway considering how much it had rained lately. She gave me the first lines to this poem. It seemed as logical as anything else.
Later that day she and my other daughter (they’re twins) were holding their breath as we passed a cemetery. Evidently, this keeps you from being cursed. Lately I’ve felt like I should start holding my breath as we pass cemeteries as well.
