after Ocean Vuong
It’s unlike any sound
that’s severed the
air before. Like
a heart, rupturing
and leaking her ruby
love all over and under
her own hooves. Sticky and
rising with puffs of steam.
Everything burned when the mare
passed us by. Reaching out to
touch her felt like living
through death, slick
and glossy as bone.
Autumn shudders.
Death is here
and gathers us with
her gossamer reins
to be still.
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