TRAGIC Poem: HOROSCOPE, by Cindy Pereira

You make a habit of loving things that are
out of reach. You choose neither tower
nor sun. Candlewax & goose feather
wings grow cracked and cold
in pitch black November night.
Your husband is a crack
dealer. Your lover
has a
wife.

You’re stranded in frozen prairies. Demeter asks
you to join her where mountains meet the sea.
Granville Island—salted caramel fudge—boba tea.
Snow burns your feet. Pomegranate seeds
get stuck in your teeth.
Mercury is in retrograde.
The stars make
you ache.

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