Läps Trinity is our father. Our brother. Our father. Läps Trinity is everything. But, no, we are not related. Maybe we are. Maybe by blood. We don’t know. We haven’t checked. Some things are better when they remain a mystery. We met Läps hitchhiking on a winter’s day on the border of New York and Vermont. We had been staying with a man in an abandoned summer camp on the shore of Lake George. We would eat dinner in the mess hall and talk to each other through megaphones left behind by the camp director. We were unhappy. So we left. We were on the side of a road, staring at the sun, when we saw a man stumble right out of that cold white hole in the sky. One hand held a half empty bottle of acquavit, the other was tucked inside his jacket, resting on—holding—his heart. “Has that been to the Equator and back?” we asked, meaning the acquavit. “Has that?” he asked, meaning the megaphone we were dragging around. “Do you want to help me with something?” he asked. “Yes.” We didn’t need to know what it was. We just knew we had to do it. So until the acquavit runs out and we need to make another trip across the Equator, we will be here to help.
Aquarius Jan 20-Feb 18
I’m not so good with dreams, or the meanings behind them, but I had a dream about you, Aquarius. You were yelling at me. And then you were apologizing. But it was too late, I had already determined that you were hopelessly mean and contemptuous. Luckily, I like mean and contemptuous. We all do, I think.
Pisces Feb 19-Mar 20
What can you be persuaded to do by a pretty girl with tears in her eyes? Anything? I thought so. Pisces, wipe the sunscreen out of your eyes and tell her to go fuck herself. When your eyes are clear again, when your head is on straight, you’ll see that her tears weren’t real. She had just gotten stuff in her eyes too.
Aries Mar 21-Apr 19
I know a man and the hair on his head is brown but the hair in his beard is red. His eyebrows are white and so it looks like he doesn’t have any, but he does. We all have eyebrows unless we don’t. Sometimes things don’t make sense, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t possible. It doesn’t mean they aren’t true.
Taurus Apr 20-May 20
You come from outside, where the sun is shining. It is weak, because it is winter, but it is still shining. You walk into a dark room with no windows and not-so-good music where women are dancing and men are watching. It is what it is, you think. And you ask to change $60 into singles. It is what it is.
Gemini May 21-Jun 21
Did you ever sit on the floor next to a pile of dog shit and not even care? I know you have. A man I know once told his daughter, It’s just who you are. You walk through shit and you come out smelling like roses. His daughter was a Gemini. But I always thought she smelled more like a vanilla cupcake. Parts of her anyway.
Cancer Jun 22-Jul 22
Some people think black is the color of mourning. Some people can’t see what is right in front of them. Black is empty. Black is clean. Black will cut right through and you won’t even feel it till the blood is running down your chest and you open your mouth to laugh and the blood runs down your chin. Black is happiness.
Leo Jul 23-Aug 22
If you stand with your face and your body pressed against a wall for long enough, you feel like you can actually pass right through that wall. You can’t. But when you step back, your arms rise up of their own accord and your knees feel weak and you feel like you could fly. This is a trick. This is your mind playing tricks on you. Be careful.
Virgo Aug 23-Sep 22
Sometimes we can’t see what is right in front of us. Sometimes we let the smoke get in our eyes and we don’t see the people holding knives to our backs. When I say “we” I don’t mean me. I mean you. I wish I meant me. I wish I didn’t have to see these things. I envy you, Virgo, and the smoke in your eyes.
Libra Sep 23-Oct 22
If you had to start everything all over again, if you could clear everything you knew from your mind and start all over like a baby lying on top of the ice in the middle of a frozen pond, would you do it? I would. But that’s because I’m tormented by nightmares featuring John Travolta. You’re a simpler person, Libra. I can’t imagine how beautiful that must feel.
Scorpio Oct 23-Nov 21
A man can not live off grilled cheese alone. Not forever, anyway. Though a man can certainly try. I don’t believe in expanding my horizons, Scorpio, or at least, I don’t believe that you should expand yours. Eat grilled cheese and eat it with friends. This is living.
Sagittarius Nov 22-Dec 21
What is a mother, but someone you can blame? She is not merry, she is not new. She is as old as the moon. She is as strong and gray as the sea. And you should know that the sea at night can kill you, even as you stand on its shores, thinking you’re out of its reach.
Capricorn Dec 22-Jan 19
A cool thing about poet W.H. Auden is that his last name evokes the Norse god Odin and Odin is not only a god but also a poet. Which, all good poets are gods of a sort. Unlike Odin, though, Auden wasn’t missing an eye and Auden had no pet raven or eight-legged horse. However, Auden wrote this: “He disappeared in the dead of winter…” so Auden is alright with me.