Spill It

I'm banging on the cosmos like it's a pinata, trying to get it to spill its fortunes and favors and sweets and mysterious shiny little packages onto my head. Give it up for me!

And if you ask why I don't change my approach, well, this is a change. I've spent my whole life (like many women) sidling, stroking, seducing, manipulating, planting secret explosives, poking little holes under cover of darkness and hoping they'll work their way into into big holes and something delicious will spill out. Now I'm knocking, banging, bashing, shaking it. Come on. COME ON!