Here, belatedly, is April’s playlist. I spent a week test driving it, and I can confirm that it holds up under rain, sun, high-speed winds, and everything else in the awful 4th-grade-level art class collage of weather that is April.
[Anne does not turn]
Hey. Hey, Carrots. Carrots.
[ANNE smashes her slate against the edge of the desk and holds a jagged edge to GILBERT’s neck]
ANNE: say carrots again
say carrots again
[GILBERT shakes his head ferociously, wide-eyed and silent]
ANNE[presses the tip of the shard into his throat]: no, come on
GILBERT[whispered]: I don’t want to
ANNE: My hair’s red. You notice that?
[Gilbert nods carefully]
ANNE: ‘Course you did. You’re a smart guy. You know what else is red, smart guy?
[GILBERT is silent. ANNE twirls the tip of her slate until a single drop of blood appears at the pressure point]
you wanna tell me what else is red
Virgo: This week, the sun’s going to come out and the moon’s going to glow and your whole life’s going to feel lit up. This week you’ll know what you want, this week you’ll know what you need, this week you’ll know your truest self in ways that surprise you, and in ways that make perfect sense. This week everything is going to seem clear, and you can hold onto this, you can write it down, you can take a picture of it to hang above your bed, to remind you. Dream about the future. Dream about the sea.