i. aphrodite spends her nights on street corners, red lips wrapped around the neck
of a vodka bottle,
lipstick stains on empty glass because this is the only way she’ll survive when unfamiliar
hands feel too much like bullet wounds.
ii. hera stores binoculars in the glove department of her bmw, hours spent
in the car watching helplessly
as her husband holds three other women,
only to come home and say, “i love you, baby.”
her eyes sting, from holding back the tears.
iii. persephone has therapy three times a week,
he broke her, but she is learning
to put the pieces back together.
sometimes her mouth still tastes like him
it doesn’t bother her as much, anymore.
— when mt. olympus falls, or a modern goddess // m.m.c.