Poetic License Horoscope June 29-July 5

Cancer: As Pete and Frank sing on 30 Rock, “It’s never too late for now.” Still wishing you’d started a quarantine hobby? Go ahead! Need to re-fall in love with the One that Got Away and get all Sliding Doors-y? Why not, as long as you have your unfollow button handy! We all need muses. Even if your Shiny New Thing is extreme napping, go for it with your entire heart! It’s not like we can go to the movies. (I mean, we can, but there’s that whole not-wanting-to-die thing.)

Leo: No matter WHAT claustrophobia or commentary comes your way, the stars think you’re doing GREAT! How can a person with an entire apron collection possibly do any wrong?! Your family is well-loved, if not always well-slept. There’s sunshine coming in all the windows all the time. I assume your ceiling fans have been installed against the insidious humidity. If you can, fix up a gentle drink and go read outside for a while. Or just look at leaves and listen for birdsong. Do yourself one favor after another. You’ve been doing a WONDERFUL job.

Virgo: The stars keep dreaming roadtrips home from California, even though we’ve been gone for sixteen years. We know what it means. Random visitors keep joining the trip—a problematic aunt, a student and her family, a dear former massage therapist who once came with us on a hunt for fairy houses. The dreams are like The Muppet Movie in reverse—retracing our steps, dropping off friends, forgetting to say goodbye. It’s okay, other adventures await you. For now, rest and write.

Libra: “We need, in every community, a group of angelic troublemakers. Our power is in our ability to make things unworkable.”—Bayard Rustin. Listen to the unsung king who planned the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom! Fly in the way of every racism you see. Carry every policeman (literal and metaphorical) away into the clouds. Sing and scream glitter and blessings at every pedestal until all the bad statues are in the sea where Aquaman can punch them.

Scorpio: “You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.”—Angela Davis in 2014. You don’t have to steal vibranium artifacts from museums, but you can if you want to! Whatever is glowing around the purple edges of possibility, smash the glass and take it. The stars have been told by therapists that we have to work on our locus of control, but it really is up to every one of us to reorder the world and make it glowing, make it just.

Sagittarius: We’ve been too sheepish to Google it yet, but the stars are in the market for a beautiful fly swatter in rose gold. This is because we are tired of taking off a shoe every time we see a spotted lanterfly nymph getting ready to eat the garden. What beautiful and absolute solution can you find to an invasive, ravenous annoyance? How can you decorate unpleasant necessity?

Capricorn: There are lots of different theories about the too-many-fireworks-lately. It’s even been suggested that they’re provided by the government and meant to deprive activists of sleep! Maybe! More likely, fireworks are fun and sparkly, a loud and mostly safe release. Either way, either way, don’t call the police! Find a way to gaze up in wonder, even now that the the surge and spark is commonplace. You’re alive, after all, if you’re reading this! I hope you’re reading this!

Aquarius:  THE STARS WANT TO SEE MORE PICTURES OF YOUR QUARANTINE OUTFITS!  We CANNOT get enough of fancy-for-no-reason or of pajamas outside! Go for both at once, why not?! We’re a little freakish and ghoulish for enjoying this magical moment in fashion history, but nonetheless: You are soft, sweet, ruffled, and comfy, trimmed with tiny bows. You never, ever have to wear shows that hurt. Sure, get wistful for eye makeup and showing your whole face, but make up for it in mask style and Zoom glamour. This is a time, as all times should be, of making beautiful room for ourselves.

Pisces: Season Two of Homecoming stars Janelle Monáe! Who would you be if you woke up on a boat having forgotten your own name? What friends would you make to save you or be saved? What hotel-key spoilers? What surprising reveals. Check your “Previously ons” and see what might be next!

Aries: Maybe, I hope, things have calmed down enough in your heart and mind that you might be able to catch up on Welcome to Night Vale! (Remember how chilling it was in that one episode when the sirens had stopped?) Listen to Cecil calm and gaslight, spin suspicion into peace.  Find out and follow the proverb of the day. Listen on the way home from the beach where DEFINTELY not enough people wear masks or just while you’re home folding your mask collection into neat little Marie Kondo tubes. Sometimes there’s order, even just in a story that rings in your ears.

Taurus: This week, the stars returned to Longwood Gardens, wearing a dress that made it look like we should be hitting on Duckie at the prom. (Though you know we’re a Blaine girl…) There were so, so many new flowers, new angles, new light—it was like guided meditation in a dream. In the waterlily garden, a blue dragonfly had alit on nearly every lily’s metal nameplate. Find something that steady, that sustaining, and rest.

Gemini: OMG the Hamilton movie comes out on Friday!!! We’ll be watching with my sister’s family who live five and a half hours away, linked by a group text and five years of car-singing. Y’all! We will get to watch David Diggs play Lafayette AND Jefferson, at least one of whose statues should be taken down and thrown into the sea. Remember “Tomorrow, there’ll be more of us.” At the March for Our Lives? Remember “Love is love is love is love’? In a hundred years if there’s still an America, it will be 80 percent because of Hamilton. It’s better than we deserve.