Cancer: Crabbing by Batnadiv HaKarmi
When my sister painted her bedroom dark purple, and marked off the Cancer constellation in glow-in-the-dark puff paint, my mother barely blinked. “She’s working out her interests,” she said. She sounded proud.
Cancer: dolphin love & Crab Pot by Len Kuntz
i lose you in winter melon soup under a broth of cloud cover ginger slices floating where your eyes once did no chance for extradition the weight of absence and imbalance prepping a slow fade to nowhere i find a hairline fracture in the china resembling lost nerve my spoon clanging like a warped church bell
Cancer: Crab by Luke Rolfes
She clapped her hands and said “I’m supposed to love Cancers,” when she found out his birthday. Her name was Bobbi. Even though he went by Robert, she insisted they be known as the Bobbies. Her favorite restaurant was Red Lobster—imagine that.
Gemini: When Twins, Castor and Pollux, Fall For You by Beth Gilstrap
You will not see it coming. They will rush in from the northern sky. They will mimic swans. They have had so many conversations with you, equal parts divine and mortal.
Gemini: Purr by Charmaine Wilkerson
Absurd, my boyfriend said, when I blamed the cat’s flip-flop behavior on its astrological sign, the pulsing flick of its tail twisting around my shins one moment, a sudden hiss and flight towards the hallway, the next.