For Nicole
Drunk on wine with laurel wreaths tangled in our hair,
we felt like queens running through the weeds
Our hands clasped together, and our laughter intertwined like grapevines
When I collapsed into the bush, refused to leave, and was numb to the thorns
You stayed by my side and played your lyre, all adorned
And when I buried my face into the ground and cried for my mother,
your sun guided me out of that fog of somber
Being twice-born, I never felt like myself, whether in Olympus or the Mortal Realm
But then you visit me at the beach, sinking our feet into the cool sea,
Reminding me that gods don’t need a throne to call home