VENUS APPROACHES PLUTO
and the gemini/sagittarius eclipse cycle comes to a close; you and i walk into a bar-
oh. the heart is SLOW. diamonds are faster, but still slower than spades and clubs; sheath the heart. move on, follicle. oh, luna tic, pushing against climax, perpetual child
with that ubiquitous gaze
my mother-given set of pursuant eyes
and still yet, venus and pluto warming up a room enough to blossom the tight bud tighter
i know it's been a while, and for that i am tempted to apologize and harry my hair and hands in worry but
we both know that TIME is true, with real consequences
our lord and sav(i)or Saturn, our bridge between heaven and earth, and/but VOID
and vitamin
you understand
i refuse to overexplain each other
instead i'll tell you about some hiccups from my dreams, erratas if you will—
november 23, 2021 : with the moon in cancer in an exact trine to mars in scorpio,
i realize that it will not be so easy to escape my captors. the only way out is to earn a dish of sugar water.
december 4, 2021: moon and mercury conjunct and struggling in sagittarius,
a plate of food at the end of an onsen— one giant slice of cantaloupe, a tiny square of salmon cooked, diced pineapple in tasteless water...
when pain interrupts sleep? what then? dogged, it won't let go of the base of my spine, worried bone and
and and and
to see you on the same side. what if we've been taken for a ride?
xo,
sarah