Dancing in the Rain
Months ago, a good friend said to hope for rain because when the downpour starts we are going outside.
I had a vision today – standing with two women I’ve come to love I listened to wonderful music from Washboard Chaz underneath a canopy, and watched the rain come down, and lo and behold, there was a vision and my heart sped up, each lap of the vision intensified the pace, till the gallop was palpable and I became light headed.
And there was nothing I could do but walk away.
One day – I’m told – the pain stops. I’d just like it to be now.
L, man of mystery, left many voicemails to meet him in his “box seats” and I just could not get over there no matter how flattered I was with his feedback.
I don’t think I got anywhere today other than making tighter and tighter circles around myself – thankfully I was in disguise – my pink hair my invisible cloak – Wonder Woman lives inside of me, I’ve seen glimpses of her lately, but even Wonder Woman has days where she is locked in chains by the evil doers and can’t bust out of them – like a cliff hanger, you have to wait to the next episode, where you’ll find her either picking the lock with her hairpin or busting out with supersonic strength, but in the meantime, this chapter ends with only POW, BANG, KABOOM written all over her fucked up heart.