(content warning: nonexplicit dead animals/roadkill)

Rudbeckia
(June 1st)
endless storms of bruise-eyed gold, a pleasant way to begin a journey guarded by their Argus-eyed fields
 
you are… bold, pugnacious, it’s not for nothing they call you black-eyed Susan
 
horoscope: you will flourish like the sun-stars of the galaxy, your stories and beauty remembered in a silent, not-quite-as-they-happened way
 
 
Tire rubber – multitudes
(June 3rd)
entire nations must have been turned to this, fairy tale folk cursed to tire treads when they refused a traveler shelter
 
you are… unnatural, daring, shredded with overwork
 
horoscope: you will peel like a snake emerging its skin so thoroughly that its bones come out instead, but in doing so, you will meet the court of your kind in all their thousands
 
 
Armadillo (dead)
(June 7th)
rolled onto its back like the world is the one who is upside-down
 
you are… shy, resilient, protective of the things you can’t stand to lose again
 
horoscope: you will curl up in the hope of safety and remain that way for precisely one eon; when you emerge to find the world has killed the old horrors to create new dangers for you to endure
  
  
Mimosa
(June 8th)
it peers out from its cousins’ bodies, pink of the throw pillow on a grandmother’s dust-fearing couch
 
you are… watchful, observant, solitary like a prophet
 
horoscope: you will taste the wind off the world and off the wanderers as they pass, seeing their futures and features in flames and beauty and always fearing both
 
 
Fawn – two (dead)
(June 9th)
my god, you could picture them staring at you, godhood and godless staring at you from the woods they wear as a cloak
 
you are… naive, pure, mystic as the child of an old deity
 
horoscope: you will lie down suddenly, woundless, white belly clear and cloud-spotted back, uncertain what it is that ended who you were but certain that you must leave the beauty of the woods
 
 
Road – milled
(June 11th)
it sings like a phantom searching for its memories; hear it sing beneath your tires notes no living human knows
 
you are… artistic, obsessive, unable to look at the same painting more than once
 
horoscope: you will stretch yourself too thin to remember who you are; you will take travelers on your skin and stretch into the distance like the constellations of old