a digital literary magazine
If a white horse becomes a mythical being
just by adding a horn,
What might I add or change in myself
to make me more than human?
When fantasy writers slap wings on a lizard,
it becomes the predator most fear.
With wings, horn, or tail, all I’d get is stares
and awkward fame with Ripley’s.
© 2012 Kathryn Stroud
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