Ridden All Night

Saturday, January 15, 2022

I had been ridden all night and woke up wet and intemperate

and walked out because of the economy and back without a single piece

of fruit or one end of a halter around a chestnut mare. Spit and hiss

from the electrical, although when the bulbs lit up I was awed and

at the same time the slave trade, the treaties torn up and the land

grabbed, and my mother burned in her Marine uniform

and opera and sugar and cotton and white kinds of beauty

that had conditions and clauses that made walking difficult

the snow melting from the fire and then freezing overnight

so I was slightly visible, slightly slick from fog and the machines.

Saturday, January 15, 2022