Rainbows: Material

Rainbows are tough. They travel one hundred and fifty million kilometers, from the sun to countless droplets. Impersonal. So precise it aches a little. The light doesn’t bend for us. I feel so many things for you. The ones that belong to me, the ones where I try to see you, though I may never know if I do. And everything in between. The rainbows. The flags. The fags. And the power we fight for. I…