FORTUNE TELLER SPEAKS

What’s become of you?

Fate got you down.

Some oaf bursts into your home,

after scheming behind your back

to multiply your troubles.

Brings you good news

and your heart he’d rather devour greedily.

He detests you

and you did nothing to him.

Takes hold of your flesh and breath

and the very words in that breath.

Wise up!

Don’t open the door to him anymore.

He doesn’t come to help and make well,

but to bring you hatred and misery.

Some demon won’t let you rest.

Somewhere your skein is tied.

Untie it now, and spare me some change.