What He Remembered of that Day

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)