Thursday, June 2, 2011

Poetic License Horoscope for June 3-9

Poetic License Horoscope for June 3-9

Gemini (May 19-June 21): My psychology-major brother says that your brain is programmed to tell you things’ll never get better after you make a mistake, but it’s not true. Things always get better. Make charts and graphs to prove it.

Cancer (June 22-July 23): The stars appreciate your listening ears, generous even while you’re at work, even when you are supposed to be doing important things with machines. Heart-glitter and grateful tears to you.

Leo (July 24-Aug. 23): Do some really good nothing. Remember watching whole seasons of TV series in one or two sittings? Remember perfect inertia, alone or with someone sweet? Accomplishments can forget it, just for delicious now.

Virgo (Aug. 24-Sept. 23): You have to believe your friends whose hearts have as many rooms as your childhood home in dreams. They know what they’re talking about when they’re talking about connections, and if they say love is near, it’s near. Have faith and fly forward.

Libra (Sept. 24-Oct. 21): The stars still miss you, but they like to picture you at home. Put aside all of your sad songs and go have tea on the porch with your true loves. Let your whole world steep.

Scorpio (Oct. 22-Nov. 22): Don’t throw anything away, but take all of the songs out of your iPod and start over. Leave off whatever you skip past, whatever you’re bored with, whatever gives you a stomachache. This is a whole new life, and you’ll need a whole new soundtrack.

Sagittarius (Nov. 23-Dec. 22): You’re on the way home from the wedding of your most adorable friends. The stars are sure that you took lots and lots of pictures. Buy presents for whatever love you’re travelling with: movie theatre candy, blank CDs, antique sugar packets, anything he wants.

Capricorn (Dec. 23-Jan. 20): Paint love-letter murals all over everything, all over your favorite city. Every color of paint, every stencil, but especially: cake, singing angels, sticky-faced children making super hero capes out of whatever material they can find. You are all public art and kisses.

Aquarius (Jan. 21-Feb. 19): To the Aquarius I barely know who nonetheless helped me figure out some really heavy stuff through the magic of Skyped storytelling: Thank you. I’m so happy to be in your archives. Whether you’re listening, editing, or dancing, may you have every pretty thing that you want.

Pisces (Feb. 20-March 20): I’m sitting right now in Wissahickon Park, surrounded by birdsong, greenery and the hum of traffic. A catbird is picking around in the grass, looking maternal and concerned a few feet from my bench. A pileated woodpecker is hustling paradigmatically through the nearest tree. Just thought you’d like to know.

Aries (March 21-April 18): You are as real and as sweaty as a rock show, precious as a sore throat from singing along, bittersweet as souvenir bruises. The stars wish you tickets to absolutely everything.

Taurus (April 19-May 18): The Philadelphia Trans Health Conference disallows the use of glitter for arts and crafts purposes. Nonetheless, this will be your sparkliest week in any city. The stars foresee tangible success, lunch with friends, and all the kid-poems you can handle.

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