A Lucky Face

FOUND by Cynthia Wood; San Francisco, CA
I found this pink piece of paper on my block. There’s a certain poignancy to what it says, don’t you think? And the absence of any punctuation is curious (was it going to be a poem? Or a song?) There’s also a curious leap in logic, it seems, or else a misunderstanding of the services of a palm reader, as I’ve never known them to be in the business of granting wishes.