Astrology

once, in the morning
I woke up next to the
green
                       nautical

                star
on your left shoulder
I thought about the constellations
what brought us                    here
you, to me

the Lion and the Fish
I am your prey, content
you
                        snatched me
with your paw
out of the rushed river bend
and swallowed me
whole

inside your insides
it is purple
and swollen
                             air
doesn’t seep in
because you hold your breath
because you
    drown

I thought about what happens
when the Lion falls into water
              sinking
                 to
                the
              bottom
or floating, flailing its monstrous paws
crying for help
just for a full stomach
a full heart 

the stars           tell stories
of new love
and old families
ancestors,
those who’ve
glimmered in the sky before us
hidden
among constellations
and bright white

who we are lies
within the shapes
of fish and lions
somehow we’re able to
connect
our lives
with the small fragments of light

stars are already
dead
and we’re already
alive

Aside