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?