i walk into an artist residency, hands tied behind my back on purpose, the heart’s doorway stays unlatched and wide who comes through? only the star girls, of course clues: 1. ♉︎ a rose drifts in with goddess sanction. Gloria; her signal hums high, I’m already tuned in 2. ♏︎ witches’ knowledge ferments, time to uncork Emma’s astro soapbox prophecies 3. ♒︎ shrimp tail lodged between my teeth, pulled from my mouth, a belt dusted in glitter. Maxi threads my words into a typewriter wormhole☆★