Today's prompt is from The Poetry School website and was to write a poem about rituals or habits. I started writing a rambling poem about my Mum's obsession with saluting magpies and then realised I needed to get over myself because I have just as many neuroses as she does.
Why All My Superstitions Are Completely Futile
Tapping the top
of my can of Coke
knowing it could still
explode in my face.