Horoscope Nine
When you were born
The stars didn’t even blink
They walked on past without turning their heads
Like God stepping over a termite
Cancer and Virgo and Pisces
Are just crude shapes made up of stars
Nowhere within reach of each other
Strung together with the fabrics
Of men who clung to superstition
Scorpio and Gemini and Leo
Look down at you and see nothing
Forget their shapes
Look up and see nothing