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Chinese Horoscopes

By Antony Huen

You grabbed my wrist to draw in the air,

connecting five stars with my fingertip.


That’s your sign and in the Chinese zodiac,

a ghost riding in a flying carriage.


We’d drawn an upside-down Y

or the Chinese word for man (人);


but something broke through his legs,

then the frames of our glasses.


You made us make a wish and I was

staring at your mole the whole time.


Now we talk about prospects as we go down

the stairs until Caution: Slippery floor.


I grab the handrail, my hands sweaty.

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