Cosmogeny

Here's one of the worst bits of prose I've ever read in my life:

She had to dive and fumble for the thing. It had fallen
head-first down the crack between the fruit-box and the
pillow, and there it stuck, undignified, with its blue skirt
hitched up around its cruppers and the tips of its grass-
bursts gesturing inanely in the dusty gold air.

Helen Garner gets paid for this crap and my story of THE band gets rejected by the New Yorker?
There is no justice in this world.
No ... not anywhere.