Horoscope

By Jen Frantz



You are the pilot

of your own sanity.


Don’t recede;

don’t picture the sky.


I have said

I’m leaving the house.


One day, I will

brag about where


I rest. I will rest

here. You have


gotten so casual,

so lifted into pictures.


As we speak,

I’m ruining someone’s


wedding.

I’m sure of it.


You are going

to be well.


You are going

to picture it.


Blue onwards.

I have never,


in my strongest

years, felt


so introduced.


JEN FRANTZ has been published or is forthcoming in Prelude, Sporklet, and Washington Square Review, and will be attending the Iowa Writers' Workshop in the fall. She currently lives with a three-foot tall stuffed penguin named Lola (L-O-L-A, Lola).


Art by Agnes Halladay