aries:
look for hope in the space beneath your bed,
next to the pairs of socks you wore long after dirty.
ram of mine, stay angry or the world will dissolve
into shades of medication, dramamine for the plane and
advil for your frequent migraines, hard consonants that
sound too much of alien planets. fix your troubles: set your
thermostat to 73 and flip a coin.
taurus:
grip the wheel and lean your body into gravity's arms
when driving around steep curves. the weather this week
will be teenaged car accidents and death that skids out
of control. let your bull-hands hold too hard on the
things you love and don't be afraid to strangle.
if you clean the moldy food out of your fridge
you won't feel your own mortality so much.
gemini:
your hardwood floors are killing your softness,
darling twin, carpet your world! men with binoculars
watch through your keyhole. lock the doors.
keep them out. the only hardness that belongs
in your heart is a whiskey miniature; the only man,
a moon in a dream you had once.
cancer:
sing songs of longing to your showerhead when
the bards aren't looking. there is only so much birdsong
you can see before you die-- don't stay inside long, little crab,
the walls will keep you like formaldehyde. pretty girls
with painted toes and short smiling fingers wait for you
at the stop sign between here and nowhere. find them. smell
in their skin every flower they've ever picked.
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