Aunt History loves horses
But not for the reason
You’d suppose
She’s no teenage girl
Drawing hearts
In a notebook
No she loves them
Because
They withstand
Much—because
From far off
They appear strong
But even those stallions
Are a female text
Suffering inside
Walking
Stunned
Over there
Over there
Nostrils flaring
Love rising
Pain
With every breath
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
