Invisible Women

Women & the Sky 2

The day that man appropriated the woman down the hall as his object, the sky dropped tornadoes onto our heads to tell us to help her, but we did not understand the message. Then, the oceans filled our lungs with salty water until we could not breath, but even then, we could not get it. Finally, the earth shook the word HELP in big, bold letters, and we ran. We ran with legs we did not have, legs of clean muscle, and we arrived to her screams. Then, we punched with arms we did not have, arms of passion, and we threw that man away from her body, our friend, our woman who lives right down the hall from us. She laid there, legs apart, and a cyclone funneled him away forever. We didn’t care to turn and watch him fly out.