yr horoscope today
A hero (by any other name), trying to forget what others have called him, will slip past yr defenses, bury his head in yr lap, and rust the hinge of yr beauty with his tears. Do not speak to him. Once he turned a woman’s heart to stone by kicking a pebble down the street. He stops at nothing, craves it — witness the scars on his arms where he opened them for God, the mirrors where his eyes should be.
morning poem
You got dressed and left but your nakedness stays, between the mirror and the bed. While you drive to work, I stare at this page, pretending not to notice. I can’t pretend for long.
