GOD OF THUNDER DIVORCES GOD OF LIGHTNING
god of thunder sends email at 2 am, EST:
thousands of graves were broken into yesterday
nothing can be saved I keep drinking coffee
so I can wait for rain where did this past year go?
where have you been?
god of lightning feeds tomagatchi, replies to god of thunder at 2:16 am, EST:
my volkswagen was hit by tornado been frightfully busy
no time 2 even make dinner our rose garden is blooming
mostly only the white ones we have become virgins
god of thunder paces around bedroom for 5 minutes, replies at 2:35 am, EST:
you’re too hot-handed no one wants to see half
grown flowers in rows like dead cars I can’t stop
thinking about all those graves
god of lightning eats godiva chocolate, sends email in response at 2:38 am, EST:
my little sister just sent me a txt she got laid
by some guy @ a crustpunk show she said the room
tasted like old library books the couch was in the shape of a chalice
the man did not speak I wish we still fucked
like that like crocodiles standing still on telephone wires
god of thunder masturbates to a picture of Ava Gardner, replies at 2:55 am, EST:
my apt is too hot all my windows are open
why have we never gone to mardi gras
you drew so many portraits of your mother
I still have them stuffed in drawers 567 different versions
yes I counted in 1997 we got lost on each other
now scientists can control the weather
god of lightning responds to god of thunder via iphone at 3:04 am EST, lies in dark:
you know I never keep sketches
I can’t live in my own body
with all that paper it’s like making love &
then falling asleep in cum & waking up in an abandoned church
my body doesn’t want to keep spinning like wagon wheels trying
to catch up with a horse
Joanna C. Valente is the author of Sirs & Madams, The Gods Are Dead, Marys of the Sea, Xenos, and the editor of A Shadow Map: An Anthology by Survivors of Sexual Assault.
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