Horoscope for a Local Cluster in an Ever-Expanding Galaxy
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Dear S —, I read your horoscope. 5 variants online. They sucked. Sorry. You know how I feel about the absence of motion on "the sidelines." Wait and "it will work out" feels like dying. Even when standing still, we reach outward, clustered with our desires. Some harried wish, always, just there in the peripheral but never really receding. Did I tell you that the universe is made of knots of galaxies all bound and moving together? Not individual, alone. Push forward, and tethered, I will go with you. Just as I will pull you onward with me. We are parts of the whole, and through this sensation of you, I understand: The want to be overwhelmed, Dear S —, isn't excess. [End Page 44]
Beth McKinney is currently a PhD candidate at Texas Tech University, where she also teaches literature and creative writing. She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University, and her poetry has also appeared in Fourth River, Gordian Review, Rattle, and Prairie Schooner.
