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Thirty Degrees of Virgo I. Milkweed cream. Anna Luther & May Allison carry Methuselah’s mother in two feet of icy water. II. A knothole astronomer calculating the dimensions between supernova & blackhole. III. The kiss of a bee-stung lip when the cicadas begin their abdomen night song. IV. A jar of Sanfords library paste in a utopian jar. V. An Ingersoll Radiolite watch, which when worn illuminates both time and impending doom. VI. A closet full of examples of what it means to be punk. VII. A barn full of pickle jars #lled with Easter candy. VIII. Buttermilk and limestone. IX. Red wine in a tin pail, to be used beneath a guillotine. X. Six eternal triangles. XI. Pumpkin 'owers in an envelope. In perfect script is written: “The Womb of Time.” XII. In this surprisingly pregnant paradox, sex is impossible and the universe won't respond. XIII. Smoke & rain. Warm butter on wooden plate. XIV. A moth lured by the light of a tiny house. In the window a hammock of fallen leaves casts a shadow as a 'ock of birds. XV. The grasping hands of a lonely child, trying to salvage the last strand of their mother’s hair. XVI. A gaudy bridal suite, cooked on the crutch of a crone. XVII. Nocturnal worker-bees puttering over a concrete parking lot cracked with disuse look for Datura & Night Blooming Jasmine. XVIII. A butcher chops a turkey while two children open a green box near a broken bubbla. XIX. A black slab of rock that rises out of the mire into a honey-stained basin. We weep into each other endlessly. XX. A toothpick dusted with opium in a silver tin box sewn into the reservoir of your thigh. XXI. A threadbare sewing machine with a fox hiding inside. XXII. Only reeds left to lie on the hollow of this shell. Only water to drink. XXIII. A society of individuals who have gone through the centuries without taking their pleasure by religious rapture dressed in hypocrisy. XXIV. The door of a house that itches for #re. XXV. The work of ants behind the invisible, relentless 'ow of what lies behind curtains. XXVI. Bands of four teenagers, worldwide, swan dive with macabre; delicately recorded musical arrangements play in waterproof earbuds. XXVII. A very tiny rabbit, her sudden haste being converted into an exhausted sloth. XXVIII. You, choking on cray#sh while friends move your household objects from the shelf to the 'oor and back again, slightly askew. XXIX. A stairway descends to a dream-dark room. A cymbal to the skull tumbles back and forth on dark glass. An eyeball gazes in from a dark room. A pendulum that points to the stars. A moon with a ripple on its face. XXX. A #eld of pencils decomposing which produce in their rebirth a variety of psilocybin.