Made up

The sun squares my ascendant
But you don’t want to hear about it
If I hide under the covers
How long til you come look for me?
My moon opposes the midheaven
Your mom won’t tell me what time you were born
So I can’t know you
Let’s leave well enough alone
I’ll have my own room
A web of fabrics coffee cups
My heart is scraps and candy wrappers
I come from junk
To junk I will return