i’m obsessed with horses
in paperback novels.
i’ve never read a novel with horses in it.
chairs have four legs
but no eyes.
trees devour the forearms of the moon.
trees devour the trembling branches
of a dandelion’s lip.
even if it’s not, so why not anyway?
even if it’s not you,
i don’t remember anything.
i am obsessed with paper horses,
the sounds of their hooves on pages,
of their coarse fingers