You also told me once that I’d look terrible bald. My hair uncurls from one of the pink curlers. I imagine myself standing in the rain, holding a bucket over my head,
For all the unknowns we’ve been asked to sit with, astrology offers not answers but symbolic context: a frame that holds this moment, the hint that perhaps there is meaning –– even if we don’t know quite what that is –– to what we are living through.
Can you talk about prose form and the need to reinvent and reshape it?
The days are touched by the law.