Migraines lead to strange dreams I slept and dreamed of strange monstrosities, hideous creatures tangled in the arms of conventional beauties my gender is something like a magpie, something like an omen but though I have no tusks or claws I slouch, my belly hangs low, I am hirstute Tangles of dark curling hair fall to my shoulders or float above my head If you asked me to embrace a monster, my arms would be open wide