We can’t be together. First of all, he’s a Pisces, and we all know how manipulative they can be. Secondly, and more importantly, because he’s skeptical about my belief in astrology. It’s a pseudo-science, he says. Of course it is. Even if he’s wrong. And it’s been right for most of my life. We’re not a match, of that I’m sure. This is the last espresso cup he gets before I usher him out my pseudo door.
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Arya F. Jenkins is a Colombian-American poet and writer whose poems have appeared in many journals and zines such as The Ekphrastic Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, Jerry Jazz Musician, The Mackinaw, OyeDrum Magazine and Reverie Magazine. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has been widely anthologized. The Mackinaw recently nominated her prose poem, “With Dylan in Ithaca” for the Best of the Net Awards Anthology 2025. She is the author of four poetry chapbooks, a short story collection, Blue Songs in an Open Key (Fomite Press), and a novel, Punk Disco Bohemian (NineStar Press). Her latest poetry chapbook is Singing in the Dark (Alien Buddha Press). Her blog is aryafjenkins.blogspot.com.