“because it was the only job” by Sasha in her living room

Monday December 16, 2019
4:39pm
5 minutes
The con job
Charles Bukowski

The stars told Julie that I am independent
square to the ascendant Aries
I am going to do what I am going to do
I am the hawk on the high branch

waiting and watching
homecoming when the air turns ice

It’s never the perfect time for anything
and yet
my bones say yes
in spite of everything

My mother tells me I look good
I feel good
and that is enough
information for her

I trust this woman
who grew me up
a compass of how
and who I am

Hawk picks apart
her kill
blood drops on the snow
a mark of progress
a mark of now