Emoji of a Crystal Ball

// Halle Gulbrandsen

Yesterday’s grey sky sits
at the base of my breath,
cups your face when I lean
in to kiss you. A girl at a party
tells me I’m hyper emotional
because I’m a Pisces. This girl
tows her boyfriend like a balloon
tied to her wrist, room to room
because she’s a Gemini. I admit,
I have difficulty pinning blame
to someone else’s suns
for my own disposition, but the sky
has again started to rain
under my left rib. My fingers
anchor to yours. I tell you
I wish there were more places
for people to set down their sadness.
When you smile, your teeth part
like blinds, unable to contain the light.
A girl at a party whispered
you’d be good for me.
I wonder what she whispered to you.