Thursday, June 27, 2013

I once dreamed of being a horse

I have friends who can confirm that as a child I wanted to grow up to be a horse.
This may not make much sense, but I had a mighty imagination
and I slanted toward delusion from time to time.
The defining border of reality, well, it's blurred for a lot of people
so I don't hold it against myself.
But I have penned a few equine poems, had a few equine dreams.
Nothing anywhere as brilliant as this:


Sometimes divorcing a creep while you live in Mormon culture 
feels like winning a race riderless.

You can call me "Downtown Hottie" from now on.

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