THE WEAVE:
"What up Moon-Dawg!" calls the Sun. "When I close my eyes I can see the outline of my uterus, throbbing," Moonie replies. "Cool, cool, more red tent stuff. You know what they say, about Full Moon bleeders. You're a shaman, or a witch." "I'm getting fingered by the Universe, is what is happening," Moonie edits. "On your period?" Sunny wonders. "Yes, have you peeped the map? Destiny, Jupiter and Neptune are wiggling their Finger of Fate at me." "So what does that mean?" "I haven't figured that out yet..." Moonie trails, "But it appears you and I are Here, in the middle of things..." The Sun and Moon study the map together, but separately...
1 Hr Earlier: Moonie writes
in her diary…
Do I take the Day off? What could I say to you, that would fill you up, more than your own imagination? Maybe I'll make some images, in my own Blood. Maybe I'll paint my face, and rosy-cheeked, I'll walk the town, and passer-byes will wonder what my cherry chap-stick tastes like.
Planetary Signatures 