Taurus Zodiac Highlight
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Roll Up Your Sleeves
Calvin McCauley |
I’m tired
My back hurts I need a day off No I’m sick My baby Mom is in town Sure My neck My glasses I need a sleep day Cut the crap Get to work And roll up your sleeves |
Aries Zodiac Highlight
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Uncomplicated
Bailey Daniels |
Don’t get me wrong
I am very strong Just like a ram And a little wild Like a firecracker But I like it easy I like it simple I like it when I Can live in my optimism No consequences Just jump Don’t think Just dance Let’s just spin around Until I fall And I’ll deal with the pain When I hit the ground |
Pisces Zodiac Highlight
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Waterboard
Girard Balson |
When I was a kid
I never learned how to swim My dad tried to show me By throwing me in the pool I think I swam for a moment But really I mostly sank And sank and when I hit the bottom I imagined that I was a mermaid I wanted to be I thought I could be But I wasn’t I was drowning After that my father Would threaten to waterboard me Whenever I misbehaved I was a good kid I thought about what it was like Being smothered Being suffocated Drowning I didn’t drown I didn’t suffocate But I remember what that was like I like waterboarding would be worst Because that would mean Someone wanted to hurt you |
Capricorn Zodiac Highlight
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Dark Side of the Moon
Diane Fraser |
My sister was a blur. As soon as she could walk, she ran.
I was six and she was four. Mom made us matching outfits to wear to church. White with green leaves and pink flowers. She spent an hour tucking in our lace trimmed blouses and socks, taming Dawn’s ringlets and setting the barrettes just right. She pushed us together and snapped a polaroid. There, don’t you girls look beautiful. Dawn looked at herself, flattening her hands over her jacket as if she were wiping something off. The Moon is always female, mother. We stepped out into bright morning sun, budding trees, pine. Dawn ran to the right, around the house. Mom sprinted after her, hobbled by her brown pencil skirt. I waited. Dawn zipped around from the left, feet bare and jacket gone, pulling off her blouse as she flew past. Mom huffed by a minute later. Hold these, she pushed Dawn’s discarded shoes, jacket and socks at me. She circled and returned, Dawn’s blouse and skirt in hand. Help me find her, Mom said, her face an imploded mask. |