THE WEAVE:
Mars calls Eris…
"Why don't you date, Eris?" Mars asks. "I do date, but, the Poetry cock-blocks me," she states, matter of fact. "What?" Mars asks? "The boys like the poems, until they decide the poems are about them," Eris smiles, painfully. "Are they about them?" Mars claps. Eris sighs, "The poems are about the macrocosm within." "You could just stop publishing them," Mars shrugs. "So I should stop publishing my voices so a man can feel comfortable loving me?" Eris asks. "Yes?" Mars wavers. "No, fuck that."
Planetary Signatures 