Horoscope After O’Hara
I am not beaming charm, I am always waxing lean.
Why? I think I would rather be
Everybody’s best friend. But I am not. Oh well.
For instance, this horoscope:
“be ready for excitement, travel, flirtation!”
Is a marvelous opportunity
That does exist for some people:
Those who regard plants as people, who are able
To overcome all temptations,
& whose whole being
Is benevolent. (It is often hard
To resist their sex appeal!)
They speak another language—
And are, in short,
(& as the astrologers say)
“the whole package.”
But me? One day I am thinking
About trying to transform myself &
Some people who are like
Me—trying to escape from a self
Unable to think past dents and discords
Of the past—suggest looking to policies
Policing constellations for comfort.
But details unravel
(“in one way or another & possibly
In several, you are not quite ready
To rent it all in”)
More untidy when untied.
Love must be all or nothing, I read & so
As my presence was only ever half-
Way felt —I must consider
(and astrologers would confirm)
Myself an “empty packet.”
Christine Scanlon is a graduate of The New School MFA program and is currently an adjunct lecturer at the City College of New York. She has a poetry collection, A Hat on the Bed (Barrow Street Press) and work published or forthcoming from, among other journals, The Fem, Horse Less Review, and Flag + Void.