astromancy sweets

sweet one: Perseids Over a Haunted House

One of which links all fires. The home is the parent body, showers us in gift boxes holding metals for future nails and sabers.

I close the screen door of the meteor, and begin to dig a well inside.

sweet two: The Mouth is the Gate of Woe

Do you know where you are? Spotlights ask. Partners ask. The prime meridian of do you know intersects the capital city of where you are.

The city grovels at the rusted trotters of a grain tower. Conveyors squall by morning, freight trains stumble off at night. That which circulates returns to the source, reads one of two laws, the other to remember where you came from.

My blood runs root systems from here to the county line, the threshold between one vocalization of a star and another. Spotlights follow. Partners follow.

A blue-tailed skink answers, glues this year’s eggs to the ceiling of a sawdust pile.

sweet three: The Mulling Hill

Sun-up crosses the stone faces of the monuments, brief auras of 2 AM bathroom lights they flipped on, fumbled off, in life.

Constellations are more visible here for a reason.

It’s why we’ve gathered everyone together in one place. We cast the names of our lost to the east, watch them spell routines through so many imaginary days.