Gemini

OK. While in a blue funk, you decide
to sell yourself to Cirque du Soleil. And now
you wear a sequined leotard
to the bank and hang from a silk ribbon
every night by your teeth.
Well, you’re cured. Nevertheless, life
isn’t all gasping crowds. You may be double-jointed
but your memories move in a single direction.

*

Whether you’re dripping
pine-scented candle wax
in your navel, feeding rice to your leopard
with a spatula or accompanying your clone to the plastic
surgeon’s office, you’re doomed
to fail. But, falling asleep in your leotard
just means you have a problem
with setting goals. Your hands
are in the casserole? Well, then. Dinner awaits.

*

Even the shiniest
doorknob should be cleaned
with an alcohol wipe
before tasting. Don’t allow
your sense of proliferating
bacteria keep you from giving
the bus window a curious lick. Nibble
a stapler, savor
the gas station’s cash register, or sip
a spoonful of puddle water.
You know what they say,
“You can’t dance if you don’t take your shoes off.”

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This is made out of horoscopes I wrote for Read Write Poem back in 2010.