A Song About Horses
By Ryan Mattern Posted in Poetry on October 25, 2019 0 Comments 1 min read
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I was a rafter swallowed by a ceiling.
I was a parking meter spilling out its coins.

I took a number at the post office.
I recited Al-Fatiha inside of Ar Rawdah.

I hid as a cloud
parceled by the sunlight.

I jumped fences and a fountain.
I kept quiet like a night.

I yelled as a train ripping through the station.
I yelled for you to yank me from my sleep.

You soothed me with a song about horses.
You pressed my hand to your stomach.


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