THE MATH: (Moon + Vesta CONJUNCT Aquarius) = The Grail, is a milkshake
THE WEAVE:
V writes in her diary…
SomeTimes, the most relief
just comes from farting
around with a pal, on a Day
when the Sun is high
and the Wind whips,
and your Heart is breaking
Open again, like Sephy's is.
She says, she is coming
over. We play
HORSE, in the Courts
outside the Library.
I make very few hoops, but
it turns out I enjoy
chasing after balls,
and Persephone trains me
like Pudding, with a scattering
of, nice hustle's. We laugh.
I learn, I can contact
juggle, with the basketball, but
it is hard for me to push things
a Way, with a sense of gauged
strength. We huck things.
We name the ball.
Persephone 'Kim Possibles'
over the waist-high chain-link
to retrieve Spalding. Yes,
we know, we're so original.
We listen to the wobble
of the backboard as Spalding
bounces off. We dream of painting
the board with a square
to improve our aim. We play
GLAMOROUS, instead of HORSE,
because generally speaking,
I lose, and we get to dance.
"G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U" I wiggle
as I dribble and I shoot,
Nothing but Air, "-S, babe.
I lose again."
"Let's fart along, shall we?"
Persephone proposes,
"The Grail, is a milkshake."
"Okay," I agree.
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