her.
yes, her.
she who has never
even
chopped down a mountain
with her bare hand.
she who still uses
a hairbrush
when she needs to comb her hair.
yes, that one: her.
hasn’t even taught a troll
the lessons of love. hasn’t even
gone ice skating with the eskimoes.
not a goddess, not even
the daughter of one.
not even greek.
even so.
nobody else at all:
of all people, her.
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