Hi everyone!! Keeping with the astrological theme of Larissa’s Leo manifesto from last week, I’ve decided to spice it up and re-share an old piece of mine (one of the very first poems I ever got published!) because it seemed too PER-FECT a response. It’s eerie because most of the stuff in this poem came true, including my gynecologist calling me this week and letting me know that I’m HP-FREE!! Also, don’t worry, I have since gotten a therapist. 😘
Pop Astrology ♉ ✨
My horoscope says
I cannot stay home and hope the love of my life will knock on my door
My horoscope says
I am threatened by emotions because I cannot control or rationalize them
My horoscope says
You hate me
My horoscope says
My happiness is tied to my freedom
My horoscope says
The older I get, the younger I’ll feel
My horoscope says
I need a partner who’s able to accept my intensity
My horoscope says
Not to charge my crystals under the full moon
My horoscope says
What I need from a relationship is often at odds with the type of person I’m drawn to
My horoscope says
Foreign men are stimulating in a slightly provocative way to me
My astrologer says
When I’m eighty, I’ll still wonder if you were a prince or if you were a frog
My tarot reader says
I will rule the kingdom alone and you will come back to test me
My gynecologist says
The HPV will eventually go away
My parents say
I worry too much
My friends say
I’m the most self-assured person they know
My therapist says
Just kidding, I don’t have a therapist
originally published in “In Parentheses” magazine, 2019
Your poetry homework for the week is to NOT get intimidated by what your Co-Star app is telling you. ✌️