elderly lesbians & bi women being in love & spending their lives together & becoming bickering old ladies who know everything about eachother & have loved eachother for 40 years who have wedding anniversaries and are known by the whole town as a duo and who can’t imagine living without eachother
And one day, she snapped. The tears began to flow, and they fell and fell and fell from her tired eyes as she turned away to run, to hide, to do anything to get away. To escape. It was cowardly, yes, but it was all she had left. Maybe she was running away from herself. Or, maybe running away had become who she was.
This is video of a microburst that happened over my home town yesterday.
I try to explain how rain works here in Tucson, and find it really hard to do so for anyone that lives anywhere else. Yes, YOU PERSONALLY can suddenly get 3″ of water in 15m while your buddy three streets over gets nothing.
i. SHE WANTED TO BE A
For her heart had been molded into thunder,
and the liquid in her veins had been
soaked up & spat out: until it was
not earthly anymore.
(Olympians all knew that Zeus does not forgive.)
ii. SHE WANTED TO BE A
for no one bid her be a canvas, so she became one herself.
She painted a castle with pomegranate juice and called herself
(Zeus takes the picture, and he frames it.)
iii. SHE WANTED TO BE
for her mother’s meadows
were her sole
place to hide whenever she heard
thunder in the distance.
Moons ago, the girl smothered with tall grass did not know how she would
come to withstand and defy them.
iv. (Zeus raises his glass, and says:
this is how you breed a goddess.)