Last night I dreamt I was walking around some nondescript noplace, outside but also inside, like a gate at an airport and the roof was missing. Male lions with tangled manes wandered around and though other people were present, the lions hunted only me. One by one, they snuck up, poked their noses between my legs. I had my period; they smelled blood. But I grabbed their blonde manes, yanked away their heads, kicked back my jackrabbit leg, landed a hard shoe on their ribs. They skulked away. I am out here searching for myself. I am out here paving a path for my daughters. I would never let a few kings of the jungle get in my way.
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