Sipping on Star Filled Tea and Talking Shit: Lux Aeterna

April 2, 2020 Kate Belew with Lux Aeterna (New York City)

May as well make it a game, pretend it's fun,

sure it was a bat in a man—was it Batman?—

or was it the fault of the black sarcophagus,

the hanged man on the back of the tarot card

posed bat-like, waiting stuck, a patient different game.

Maybe it was a spirit released during the burnt offerings

the climate made of California, or because Saturn

and Pluto and Eris are having a transtellar tea party.

Sipping on star filled tea and talking shit, 

like one does at a tea party. Spilling

their discontent all over us. 

And is it better if we add sugar to it? Is it a game then?

Is it a game if we call it destiny, or a portal 

to a higher vibration, is it a game to find comfort

wherever we can scry meaning for it?

We can paint, or play twister, but I've never felt

more unsure. Games are all that is without

answers other than the certainty

that this is happening.