Wednesday, February 09, 2005

A Man Named Jupiter

A man named Jupiter told me my name is Io. He wants to touch my radically different surface and feel my volcanoes erupt for him. I like his rings. His sparkling material simply gets denser with depth. I could see the top of his clouds towering in his atmosphere.
We floated into the universe and found a dream where we could be real together.

I just woke up beside my snoring husband. I feel like molten rock.

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