“Something about teeth
and bones
and horns
fascinates me.

I don’t have horns.
At least not on the outside, but
I wish I did.

Particularly on nights when
the boys upstairs shout
obscenities, very late.

I wonder, if I did grown horns
would they think I was pretty?

But then again, my horns would be my own.
They’d be just another part of me.
Nothing special, right? Just like hair and
fingers and eyelashes.

And then who cares if we have horns?
We don’t and it shouldn’t matter.

I feel like I’m missing something, though, you know?
It’s like, okay, maybe I’m supposed to be here
on this earth,
but I need to extend myself more.
I need to feel larger to feel protected.
I wish I could stretch.

You probably think I’m pretty fucking weird.
Horn-girl. Stretch-girl.

Well, I am pretty fucking weird.
Nothing I can do about it.

God, I wish they’d SHUT UP."