that I can rest.

Contrary to what you may have heard

it is possible

to sate a trickster.

It only takes the whole world.

But look,

don’t worry about it. That’s not what I’m about

anymore. Everybody

grows up.

Everybody

grows clarity,

which is another name

for the tumor that kills you.

I finally

figured it out.

You don’t know what it’s like

to be a god without a name tag.

HELLO MY NAME IS

nothing. What? God of corporate ninja daemonic fuckery?

That’s not me. That’s not

the theme song

I came out of the void beyond Jupiter

to dance to.

The truth is

I’m here to rescue you.

The present and the future are a dog

racing a duck. Right now

you think happiness

is an industrial revolution that lasts forever.

Brings to its own altar

Tags: Catherynne M. Valente Fantasy
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