was, of course, completely different than her version.
An outsider would imagine their argument was over these details
and be wrong.
When it began to rain
she raised herself on her hands and knees
and reached across the discarded knot of their discarded clothing
and her eyes rolled back into her skull.
Her hair darkened and began to flatten as it became wet.
Water began to collect on her skin
and she moaned with a new passion that frightened him
when the lightening began to hammer so closely around them.
She says it was nothing like that at all.
(Originally published in Huevos, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 1987)