{"id":107230,"date":"2022-06-25T10:01:05","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:01:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107230"},"modified":"2022-06-25T10:48:24","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:48:24","slug":"hour-in-a-post-pride-thunderstorm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-in-a-post-pride-thunderstorm\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 1 : In a Post Pride Thunderstorm"},"content":{"rendered":"

In a Post Pride Thunderstorm<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

And the rain comes, emptying the main street of all its characters. Only a few remain.<\/p>\n

Running around as the brutal drops keep chasing them.<\/p>\n

Your hair is wet, dripping with joy<\/p>\n

and both our eyeliners are writing new words<\/p>\n

across our faces. We don\u2019t run. Because it\u2019s too late,<\/p>\n

we\u2019re already soaked in history. Earlier this afternoon<\/p>\n

we smiled at each other over a crowd of rainbow flags,<\/p>\n

Watching a baby stumble their way to a stranger waiting with her arms opened.<\/p>\n

And for the first time in 4 years, for 2 minutes I get to forget how much<\/p>\n

I love you and you don\u2019t.<\/p>\n

As the rain washes away this old version of us<\/p>\n

we step into the after party to the sound of rolling thunder. People as wet<\/p>\n

and reborn as we are today. Bodies made of glitter and rain that keep dancing<\/p>\n

despite\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe, somewhere on our timeline there\u2019s a version of\u00a0 us<\/p>\n

that can be friends without the hurt.<\/p>\n

And in that storm I finally manage to find strangers’ faces pretty again. In this post everything<\/em><\/p>\n

I finally say hello to this girl I only talk to online and avoid at protests.<\/p>\n

She’s standing under a shivering tent.<\/p>\n

Her smile is warm and bright like tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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