Astrology

I call my mom and ask her for the exact minute I was born

She says she can't remember but she thinks around quarter to four

My friend maps out the way the sky looked the night my life began

My mother passes rosary beads like rings of Saturn round her hand

The line outside the grocery store

The toilet paper aisle is clear

No one knows what's coming but it's probably already here

My friend says everything makes sense because I'm an Aries moon

The prophets on the sidewalk hold up signs saying the end is soon

Scientists