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 

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SAW THE STEEPLES!  SLASH THE PEWS! 

CRAFT SPLINTS FOR ALL THE LOST FEMININE ERECTIONS!

POUR FRANKINCENSE ONTO YOUR 21ST CENTURY DEPRESSION!

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