I feel like I carry a black cloud
and it's starting to rain on all the undeserving
as if I'd sprung a leak
What I thought was truth spoken
from the divining rod of quivering bones
was merely a rain dance.
No one asked for rain.
(Our car was broken into last night...everything ravaged and $8,000 worth of equipment stolen. I got fired from my remaining volunteer post as the farm's newsletter writer last night...the last vestige of something I dearly loved. My son is bumming couch nights from people he does not know because the girlfriend of his buddy (who said he could stay with him until he found a place) was so openly hostile and resentful that the streets of Los Angeles were more appealing. And this morning....well, that was something else altogether. Why continue this ramble. Fact is, I feel toxic, as if all the ills of the world are my doing. Can you imagine what kind of idiot thinks she has that much power? This one.)