Scorpio

Scorpio. Sit down, dirty Madonna. I lit a Saint Mary Magdalene candle for you on the folding table this morning and the wax ran left, which means somebody is gonna text you a half-truth before noon and you’re gonna clock it in three seconds. Don’t perform the catch. Don’t go quiet on them as a punishment. Just say the thing, sweet thing — “that’s not the whole story and we both know it” — and let them pick a door. The week is asking you to use your words instead of your silence as a weapon. The silence is louder than you think. So is the love. Go in peace, my creature. Saint Magdalene rides with you.