Aries as soft spoken. As secret keeper. As beside me every day. Aries, who doesn't keep score - as sleepless. Aries as an island I want to inhabit or shipwreck - Aries, as making me feel (something) whether I want to or not. Leo, my lion of all things, filling a child's jar with words I recognize as tender then cruel. Leo, it's 2017 and I still don't recognize triggers. Leo, have you ripped up my letter? Who are you calling a mistake? Sagittarius - professors on strike. Our bellies always full with Thai. Sagittarius, you took me home to your mother, and I wish you hadn't. Cancer puts a bullet through the brain of my horse - it's winter, it's morning, we smoke in the tree line while a school bus rolls down the road. And Scorpio, an unlikely safe house. Scorpio, I never know if we're doing this right. Scorpio, I don't know why we bruise so easily.
which is to say, Ford's pond. which is to say, the months we licked salt off our fingers - neck-deep in loneliness. That summer: your father pushed your mother down a flight of stairs. That summer: three broken ribs. My body: a seamless ache. Your body: one blooming apology.
about dead loved ones, or the lost love of your life: get rid of all this want.
grief – across the state lines.