Your Daily Conspiracy

Hermit Crab Poetry

By Ben Kline and Frances Klein

Aries, the waning gibbous moves into your scapula

arthritis today, and no amount of ramming the wall 

at your CrossFit gym will reason with the time it takes 

to find the underside of Earth, the edge you can see

leading you to the smoke hiding what you can’t.

So take the leap. Embrace the stranger things.

 

Taurus, constantly refreshing the screen won’t reveal

what’s not there. Focus on Jupiter rising above 

the earth in front of you. Your special someone 

is maybe sick of hearing about the supposedly 

starless sky behind Apollo 11, about the silence 

of the sound stage after the crew of actors left.

 

Never mind the forecast, Gemini. The itch

on your forehead is just your third eye searching

for that secret cabal of culture and influence,

but the only stormy meeting is the one happening

in your head between your split sides. 

 

As Sirius rises through your view of Orion, dear

Cancer, you can’t help but remember the sea

of beings swimming through your veins--don’t forget

to call your mother and your doctor to make sure 

your shots are up to date and the chip still beeps

if you try to dodge the metal detector. 

 

Roar at the sunny skies, Leo, as Mercury pursues

your setting sun into this month’s conclusion.

Beware your cravings going rodent if you think

too long about lizards warming in the pink

flares of sunset on your porch!

 

Virgo, always on the precipice, a fall 

to earth pulled by suspicion and autumn’s 

tumble, keep searching for the knoll 

where the grass cracks with your doubts 

about long gunman and Pentagon plants,

about death’s intention explained as because.

 

Take this week slow and steady, Libra

Air out your desire for probing connection, 

for love from others must balance your scales 

with love you give yourself. No extraterrestrials 

will appear to gift you a ready-made monument 

to affection, so prepare to do the work!

 

Your worst impulses will be tempted, Scorpio,

when a work rival threatens to uncover a secret

involving unapproved overtime and a box

of staplers. The choice will be yours: choose fear, 

and see your career sink to Atlantis depths, 

or be bold and build yourself an island of possibility.

 

Sagittarius, you’re at the heartbreak hotel all month

after that breakup, but stay with us! With Venus

coming to the fore, ready to burn off the past, 

you’re sure to stumble across the Priscilla 

to your (still living) Elvis. So shake off

those blues and mix up a Cuba Libre!

 

You’ve been racking up wins in the boardroom, Capricorn,

but neglecting relationships at home leaves those wins

feeling as hollow as the true center of the earth 

when you find yourself celebrating alone. Reach out to

a friend today, make the effort to fill that space.

 

A social butterfly like you, Aquarius, can’t comprehend

a life hidden away among the forests. You love to be

front and center in photos, not a blurry shape behind

the trees. But this month, Mercury’s movements will push

you to seek solitude, to take in the strange air of time alone.

 

The vibes are fishy, Pisces, when cell towers rise

like gaslights around your neighborhood, rippling

your way easy through the waves both micro and

macro, life upstream as a metaphor about the calls

coming from inside the house. 

 

Ben Kline (he/him) lives in Cincinnati, Ohio. A poet, storyteller and Madonna podcaster, Ben is the author of the chapbooks Sagittarius A* and Dead Uncles, as well as the forthcoming full-length collections It Was Never Supposed to Be (Variant Literature) and Twang (ELJ Editions.) His work has appeared in Poet Lore, Copper Nickel, Pithead Chapel, MAYDAY, Florida Review, Southeast Review, DIAGRAM, Poetry, and other publications.

Frances Klein (she/her) is an Alaskan poet and teacher. She is the 2022 winner of the Robert Golden Poetry Prize. Klein is the author of several poetry chapbooks, including “(Text) Messages from The Angel Gabriel” (Gnashing Teeth Press, 2024). Her full length collection Another Life is forthcoming in 2025. Klein’s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Best Microfictions, The Harvard Advocate, The Atticus Review, HAD, and others.

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