THE WEAVE:
Jupiter swims up
to the Ferry, butt-naked.
Medusa is on deck…
"Oh hey, Jupey," Medusa says in a sing song, staring him down. "Medusa, hey, what's up babe?" "I think I'm in Love with my best friend," Medusa tosses it out, to try it on. "OMG, LET'S TELL THEM," Jupiter says, as he tries to climb aboard. Medusa shoves him back in the Water, "Dude, no. Fools rush in, Jupiter." "So be Foolish," Jupiter says as he doggy-paddles, in circles. "But then I would start the sequence over, and I'm doing a new thing: being patient with the chemicals." "My darling, I'm afraid, you aren't making any sense," Jupiter says, then makes a dive to show Medusa his balls. She leans on the railing, waiting for Jupiter to bubble up again, "I'm disappointed to hear that, Jupiter," she says, as Jupiter bursts to the surface, like a mermaid seeking breath, "This nonsense makes perfect sense. Besides, you're one to talk, Mr. 'I have set my rainbow in the clouds.'" "What do you know about that?" Jupiter's eyes dart, as he swims further a Way from her. Medusa grins, "Have you read, '2 : The Priestess and the Veil', Jupiter?" "Who wrote it?" Jupiter jumps on the question, relieved to change the subject. Medusa looks down, and plays with the railing, "Proserpina," she says, casually, "It's in the Forest Books." "You know I cannot read those," Jupiter's face falls. "Why?" Medusa leans in, "Because they're dangerous?" "No," Jupiter flattens, "Because it would hurt too much." "So they're dangerous," Medusa pauses, "Fine. I'll recite it for you, but you can't just keep taking the Pleasure, Jupiter. Some day you must accept the Pain. And you definitely cannot come on this Ferry."
2 : The Priestess and the Veil
"I Love the Grey of my Life. Each color bursts, inside of it. Moss mint, and lemon hay. The blue of the crows feather. The purple of the pricker bush glows, with neon brightness. I am at home in this neutrality. The deep collecting on my clothes. The tousled Mist, a wall of shrouding. Here, the Witching Hour, is all hours the son walks veiled."
"I get it," Jupiter says, from where he treads Water, "The rainbow. Like father, like daughter." "Like father, like daughter," Medusa confirms. Jupiter swims a Way...
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