Are the planets
in their correct houses
to begin this?
Something
definitely amiss
these phases
the way you behave is
nothing short
of bi-polar, maybe baby
in a stroller
pre-pregnancy
hesitancy.
Giving in to these base urges,
as we write our dirges
slowly sinking
obviously
not thinking.
Beating my breast
that reeling
feeling
in my chest
Neanderthal
sloped forehead in
consternation, frustration
monomyth
and a fire in the belly.
Jelly?
Astrological australopithecines
can’t walk the street
without causing
wanderings, amid that fertile
crescent of a moon
a little too soon
shooting for the stars
and my prized consolation
is these constellations
as we play connect-the-dots
amid forget-me-nots
you smell of roses
and those hips
the kind that could sink ships
Helen of Troy
Mother of Pearl
giving codependency
another whirl.
Girl. Mmmm.