‘Would you rather be a dragon or a unicorn?’
I repeat the question my sweetfriend asked the night before
‘Oh. That’s a good question!’
‘Well?’
‘Dragon. Definitely dragon.’
I text my friend too much. Sometimes she responds. Sometimes she doesn’t.
I know she loves me.
She makes me feel safe, absorbs my madness and spits out rational thought in her sleep
We talk about sex, fuckery, and the magic of extra biscuits
I am learning this is what friends do
Practicing the art of leaning into my sexuality isn’t a joke
Especially since I tend to extremes, abstinence or Lilith on fleek
These are my settings
Fate and the Universe have sent me on a side-quest to balance
My friend is my inspiration, guide, and also the dragon who lives in old, dark caves fucking with nearby villagers
Weary traveler, exhausted from my quest, I approach the village
Naturally, recognizing my warrior status, the villagers solicit me for assistance
I oblige
Slowly I trek up the mountain to the cave where the dragon sleeps
My approach wakes her. I find her to be perfectly lovely, if a bit surly
She explains that the villagers often climb through her caves and interrupt her sleep
To ward them off, occasionally, she takes to burning one or twelve of them to a crisp
She says they taste wonderful with salt. I laugh
This is how our friendship begins, the warrior and the dragon
I came to slay, but stayed to play
Anyway, I’m texting my friend
We are talking about sex and trips and food that makes us come
I eat a canna-chocolate and write one last message before sleep pulls me under
Typing it, I am glad for her, her fiery mouth and her ancient wisdom
The text is word vomit in the form of late night poetic mania
I know she will not respond, I send it anyway
When she reads it I know she’ll think I’m ridiculous,
Smiling to myself, I think of where we began
Ridiculous, isn’t that what dragons think of man?