virgo moon

i ask you on the ride home
with the christmas lights eating each other 
"do you think there's anything to
the astrology stuff?" my hands are dry.
it snowed yesterday & all the birds 
turned into mailboxes. i met the amazon driver
at the end of my neighbor's driveway
so that he wouldn't have to pull in.
the driveway was covered in ice. 
he took a picture of me holding the box.
i ferried it & felt tempted to discover
what was inside. my partner & i are both
virgo moons. i picture two dimes in 
a wishing fountain. i don't really know
what i virgo moon means but i know them
when i see it. by the book we are supposed to be
methodical. analytical. overthinking.
perfectionism. i tell you, "what if there is
really something to the time we are born?"
i prefer emotions over science which is
of course a flaw. i used to love christmas
when i was a kid. the smell of a fresh tree
in the living room. the way our bodies
seemed to stretch tall like dusk shadows
in the year's dripping light. i am different now.
i took a drive alone to go to target & just look
at christmas decorations. i didn't feel anything.
instead, all i could think about 
was getting coffee & sitting in the parking lot
while the day split too soon. the chickens
don't even want to leave their coop.
i know their eggs are bursting in the cold.
like unsold stars. we leave the astrology conversation
in a place that does not satisfy me.
i don't know what i hoped you would say.
maybe, "i feel a tether that must be 
celestial" or even, "a story of planets
could never hold how i love you." instead, 
we conclude nothing. the night sky is 
stuffed grey with another brief snowfall. 
we settled into the night like buttons on 
a shared shirt. do our moons talk to each other
when we slip into the winter routine. wood.
dogs. porch light. bare feet & dark.