Fairy Tale Ending
by Robin Scofield

The werewolf at the party said
I am so tired of slaking my full moon blood lust
On the January wolf moon I ate a jackrabbit
It tasted terrible, all lean and stringy
I am so tired of being hairy
You can’t think what a drag it is in the summer
I break out in hives under the August corn moon
I am so tired of being insomniac once a month
It’s no help to read a book or watch a movie
I am so tired of reflecting the double side
for your veneer of satisfaction
I am so tired of taking my revenge
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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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