With my last 25 bucks I bought,

A scrying ball at the local New Age store,

Hoping for a sign of better things to come.

On a whim, I had my palm read, too.

The palmist winced, “I don’t know why,

But I could cry for you.”

Leaving the shop, I tripped

And dropped the ball.

Looking back inside, I saw the sign:

ALL SALES FINAL.

Now my future’s in jagged pieces

At my feet.

By Pamela Moss

From: United States

Twitter: Pamnation