“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
Come dream with me, I’ll paint that smile with all the warmth of the moon and be gone when she is too. I’ll send the message through your eyelids, and when you wake the transmutation will be embedded in the stars and flowers. I am older than the swirling gases, I have changed to light each time in secret, known their beauty and made great planets. Silent, I’ll take in every vision you can show me, store them in my basement and spin your strangest dreams in solitude.