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Author Profiles. 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. Its hot out and you wish you could be in nothing but your underwear, but you have to be around people and look professional. These are the essential things you. My name is Dennis Taylor. I share that distinction with several other authors and a couple of musicians, unfortunately. Which is why Im using Dennis E. Taylor. I just wanted to add another positive review, because looking through the reviews here and throughout the web, I think the Nook Glowlight Plus has been pretty harshly. Hugo Award nominee. Listen to the podcast of If You Were A Dinosaur, My LoveIf you were a dinosaur, my love, then you would be a T Rex. Youd be a small one, only five feet, ten inches, the same height as human you. Youd be fragile boned and youd walk with as delicate and polite a gait as you could manage on massive talons. Your eyes would gaze gently from beneath your bony brow ridge. If you were a T Rex, then I would become a zookeeper so that I could spend all my time with you. Id bring you raw chickens and live goats. Id watch the gore shining on your teeth. Id make my bed on the floor of your cage, in the moist dirt, cushioned by leaves. When you couldnt sleep, Id sing you lullabies. If I sang you lullabies, Id soon notice how quickly you picked up music. Youd harmonize with me, your rough, vibrating voice a strange counterpoint to mine. When you thought I was asleep, youd cry unrequited love songs into the night. If you sang unrequited love songs, Id take you on tour. Wed go to Broadway. Youd stand onstage, talons digging into the floorboards. Audiences would weep at the melancholic beauty of your singing. If audiences wept at the melancholic beauty of your singing, theyd rally to fund new research into reviving extinct species. Money would flood into scientific institutions. Biologists would reverse engineer chickens until they could discover how to give them jaws with teeth. Paleontologists would mine ancient fossils for traces of collagen. Geneticists would figure out how to build a dinosaur from nothing by discovering exactly what DNA sequences code everything about a creature, from the size of its pupils to what enables a brain to contemplate a sunset. Theyd work until theyd built you a mate. If they built you a mate, Id stand as the best woman at your wedding. Id watch awkwardly in green chiffon that made me look sallow, as I listened to your vows. Id be jealous, of course, and also sad, because I want to marry you. Still, Id know that it was for the best that you marry another creature like yourself, one that shares your body and bone and genetic template. Id stare at the two of you standing together by the altar and Id love you even more than I do now. My soul would feel light because Id know that you and I had made something new in the world and at the same time revived something very old. I would be borrowed, too, because Id be borrowing your happiness. All Id need would be something blue. If all I needed was something blue, Id run across the church, heels clicking on the marble, until I reached a vase by the front pew. Id pull out a hydrangea the shade of the sky and press it against my heart and my heart would beat like a flower. Id bloom. My happiness would become petals. Green chiffon would turn into leaves. Torrent Budget Express 44. My legs would be pale stems, my hair delicate pistils. From my throat, bees would drink exotic nectars. I would astonish everyone assembled, the biologists and the paleontologists and the geneticists, the reporters and the rubberneckers and the music aficionados, all those people whodeceived by the helix and fossil trappings of cloned dinosaurs believed that they lived in a science fictional world when really they lived in a world of magic where anything was possible. If we lived in a world of magic where anything was possible, then you would be a dinosaur, my love. Youd be a creature of courage and strength but also gentleness. Your claws and fangs would intimidate your foes effortlessly. Whereas youfragile, lovely, human youmust rely on wits and charm. A T Rex, even a small one, would never have to stand against five blustering men soaked in gin and malice. A T Rex would bare its fangs and they would cower. Theyd hide beneath the tables instead of knocking them over. Theyd grasp each other for comfort instead of seizing the pool cues with which they beat you, calling you a fag, a towel head, a shemale, a sissy, a spic, every epithet they could think of, regardless of whether it had anything to do with you or not, shouting and shouting as you slid to the floor in the slick of your own blood. If you were a dinosaur, my love, Id teach you the scents of those men. Id lead you to them quietly, oh so quietly. Still, they would see you. Theyd run. Your nostrils would flare as you inhaled the night and then, with the suddenness of a predator, youd strike. Id watch as you decanted their livesthe flood of red the spill of glistening, coiled thingsand Id laugh, laugh, laugh. If I laughed, laughed, laughed, Id eventually feel guilty. Id promise never to do something like that again. Id avert my eyes from the newspapers when they showed photographs of the mens tearful widows and fatherless children, just as they must avert their eyes from the newspapers that show my face. How reporters adore my face, the face of the paleontologists fiance with her half planned wedding, bouquets of hydrangeas already ordered, green chiffon bridesmaid dresses already picked out. The paleontologists fiance who waits by the bedside of a man who will probably never wake. If you were a dinosaur, my love, then nothing could break you, and if nothing could break you, then nothing could break me. I would bloom into the most beautiful flower. I would stretch joyfully toward the sun. Id trust in your teeth and talons to keep youmeus safe now and forever from the scratch of chalk on pool cues, and the scuff of the nurses shoes in the hospital corridor, and the stuttering of my broken heart. More from Rachel Swirsky Rachel Swirskys short stories have appeared in Tor, Subterranean Magazine, and Clarkesworld, and been reprinted in years best anthologies edited by Strahan, Horton, Dozois, and the Vander. Meers.  She holds an MFA in fiction from the Iowa Writers Workshop, and graduated from Clarion West in 2. Her work has been nominated for the Hugo, the Sturgeon, and the Locus Award, and won the Nebula in 2. Her husband is a dinosaur fanatic, but if he turned into a dinosaur, he wouldnt be a T Rex. Hed be a Therizinosaur.