One Morning She Woke Up to Find

One morning she woke up to find

she was a dragon. It was kind

of a surprise. She held her breath,

exhaled slowly and gasped out sharp

little bursts of flame. She enjoyed 

that. She also liked the steam that 

curled from her nose when she thought of 

hateful things. It was much better 

than what she was used to. Her skin 

was like armour and she liked that 

best of all. At the office she 

practiced being impervious, 

reading mail sent by bad people 

with bad intent. The scent of hell

rose up behind her eyes. This was

new and exciting. “You are my 

one and only,” read a letter

that used to make her dizzy, but 

this time the words and the rage and

the screen and everything else in 

the room melted into a lake

of fire. She did not feel a thing. 

The Last Night of Our Trip Farther

The last night of our trip farther

south and west than either of us
had been, we ate by the side of
the road and talked about revenge.
Lila said You love revenge. Not
true, I said. I am too proud to
spend time on people who done me
wrong. You would if you cared about
them, she said and I told her I
would think about it. Revenge must
be important to you if you
think about it, she insisted,
taking a last bite of pie. I
did think about it, rolling it
in my head and savouring it.
I decided getting even
without guilt (which is useless) or
anger (which is gauche) is fine, no
matter what I said to Lila.
She then said When it comes to love,
you’ll do just about anything
for it. You take the cake. True or
not, I pushed away my supper.
I hated a grand thing like love
getting mixed up with shame. Lila
said You can’t beg for love like a
dog with her eyes piercing mine and
all I could say was I knew how 

to serve up shame if I wanted. 

The simple act of living well
would do it right. Her eyes narrowed.
Someday she will be the one to
say to me Revenge becomes you.