Chiron in the 1st House
Shining like blood in the sun
tiny amethyst offers its bony lap
the only way it can grieve
by my sitting by my seeing
Raining off my mother’s face
Spittling into foul, joyous wind
Soaking into discarded memory foam it asks
SAW THE STEEPLES! SLASH THE PEWS!
CRAFT SPLINTS FOR ALL THE LOST FEMININE ERECTIONS!
POUR FRANKINCENSE ONTO YOUR 21ST CENTURY DEPRESSION!