Hera sits in art class, contemplating
what he is doing at home.
She calls him during break.
He doesn't respond. Her number is blocked.
She cannot concentrate on collage, excuses herself from
class.
She mounts her horses, and she charts her way across the sky.
She wants to see it.
He is home. But not alone.
Olympus’ clouds darken now.
Opens his temple doors,
And the clouds tear open.
What the Fuck!?
Naked rain
brings about indignant thunder.
He rises to explain,
His sex swinging between them,
prophylactic on the floor.
She smashes lightning across his cheek.
he topples mountainside.
Another one for good measure.
Make him crumble beneath Her.
At that moment, She feels like
a mountain again. For months,
he had made Her an ash pile,
but now his body burns
Thunderstruck.
How Dare You
Her voice bellows
across Olympus.
he forces the woman
to leave, tries to settle his Wife.
Her fury cannot be contained
in brass lips. he reasons his
infidelity with insults, tries to make her stay.
But if his chains couldn't restrain
even him, how did he expect them
to shackle Her?
She leaves with the woman.
They comfort one another.
A night of lies unraveled
like the eyes of a peacock
opening for good.
She tells Hera
he laughs at Her
love of him, Her belief
of his ungodly lies.
She grinds her marble
teeth against her fork.
he calls her through dinner,
leaves apologies on her phone.
The woman receives
nothing, a payment for
two months of loving.
Hera pays her in tears.
She holds the lightning
in Her palm.
What now?
What happens now?
