ganseysquiddity:

aries:

you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that,
and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy
but tell me
you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

(seaside improvisation)

taurus:

this is not your problem.
you have your own body to deal with.
the lamp by the bed is broken.
you are feeling things he’s no longer in touch with.
and everyone is speaking softly,
so as to not wake one another.

(a primer for the small weird loves)

gemini:

here is the fear of the
other thing, the relentless
thing, your body drowning in gravity.
this is the in-between, the waiting that happens in the
space between
one note and the next

(the dislocated room)

cancer:

my dragonfly,
my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing
for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it’s getting cold.

(snow and dirty rain)

leo:

you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together
to make a creature that will do what i say
or love me back

(litany in which certain things are crossed out)

virgo:

and no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be

(a primer for the small weird loves)

libra:

there’s a niche in his chest
where a heart would fit perfectly,
and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place–
well then, game over.

(road music)

scorpio:

i swear, i end up
feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and i have to search
my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?
i know you want me to say it, henry, it’s in the script, you want me to say
Lie down on the bed, you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for too…
but i think i’d rather keep the bullet.

(wishbone)

sagittarius:

i am the fire, says the fire. my body is a graveyard,

(litany in which certain things are crossed out)

capricorn:

i followed them pretending they were me because they were. i wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way. i gave shape to my fears and made excuses. i varied my velocities, watched myselves sleep. something’s not right about what i’m doing but i’m still doing it – living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

(birds hover the trampled field)

aquarius:

you cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. you can, but it does no good. every spy knows this. some say God is where we put our sorrow. God says, which one of you fuckers can get to me first?

(war of the foxes)

pisces:

what is a ghost? something dead
that seems to be alive. something
dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

(landscape with fruit rot and millipede )