Reasons the Troll Won’t Let You Cross
by Hilary Biehl

Not because you ate that fig, or because you cast a glance over your shoulder, or because the 
you slept in still stipples your hair. Because you argued
when you should have listened.
Because you didn’t meet my eyes when we passed on the road. Because you met my eyes and 
a crude,
unfinished version of yourself. Because you didn’t notice how the sunlight glistened
in my eyelashes. Because

you already knew how this story would end, who would be happy and who would be eaten.
Because you found your own flaws
charming – a touch of weakness to endear and humanize the hero, who had no idea what it was 
	to be beaten
from the beginning.

Because you took winning
for granted. Because you made language and reason, morals and common sense bend at your 
conform to your design.
Because this splintered bridge that happens to be in your way, this one-more-obstacle in your all-	
        important quest,
is the one damn thing that’s mine.
Hilary Biehl is a neurodivergent writer and poet. Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Luna Station Quarterly, Dappled Things, The Lyric, and Expanded Horizons. She lives in New Mexico with her husband and their 3-year-old son.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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