It's a simple trick, really. I say this out loud, then sit back and watch the horse drawings roll in. When I die, they'll find them all gathered in a box beneath my bed. Beautiful, monstrous, not-horse looking things I called into existence. Now you tell me who I ought to believe in.
Kristin Lueke is a Virgo, chingona, and author of the chapbook (in)different math, published by Dancing Girl Press. Her work has appeared exactly where it must. She has some degrees from Princeton and the University of Chicago, and one time, she was nominated for a Pushcart for a poem about revenge. (It didn’t win.) She tweets when she feels like it @klooky and loves her little poem newsletter, The Animal Eats.
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