Leo

Leo. Sit down, my creature. Take the good chair — I know you were going to anyway. I lit a Saint Catherine candle on the folding table this morning and the wax pooled toward the east, which means somebody’s gonna ask you for advice today and you’re gonna want to give them the whole monologue. Don’t. Give them three sentences and your phone number. The shorter version is the one they’ll actually use, sweet thing. And listen — there’s a quiet love sitting two tables over from the loud one you keep performing for. The quiet one has been there for months. Notice. Just notice. The applause is loud and empty. The love is in the corner with a coffee for you. Saint Catherine rides with you, sinner. Go shine without trying so goddamn hard.