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.