Tropic of Aries by Bella Pick
I would tear every miserable star from
The somber sky
As if they had somehow mutated into the
Thousands of pages of discarded poetry
I’ve distilled with your name.
Instead you’d lend the stars in your eyes to
A so-and-so who dared not
Venture past the logical to the astrological
Nor fill their breast pocket with nebulizing notepads until their
Hands were tattooed in constellations with off-blue ballpoint pens.
b. pick is an emerging lesbian poet based in small town Canada. They study English Literature at Western University, where they work as an Opinions Editor for the Western Gazette. Their work has recently appeared in SAPPHIC, The Madrigal, and Hecate Magazine, among others. You can find them offline cuddled up with a cup of herbal tea and their French Bulldog, Colette, or on Twitter at @_bpick.