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,
the whispers
of their coarse fingers
I love the last stanza. Always such original imagery. A great piece of writing!
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