I'm not sure exactly what I've done to anger the god of household machinery, but it's time for me to sacrifice something and make amends. Maybe I don't cook with enough garlic. Maybe those ants I've been battling are somehow in cahoots with the household machinery, and the broken garage door, AC system, and dryer (all in rapid succession) are payback. Whatever it is, I need to do something. Would sage help? Some kind of spell?
I haven't written anything but essays and blurbs this week, but I will write a poem. It's just not going to happen this afternoon.
If the sacrifice doesn't work, maybe a machine voodoo doll. I wonder if there's such thing as a poem voodoo doll. I wonder if that's why I haven't written so much lately.