A poem for the weekend

Further avoidance of writing fiction has helped me to write this poem (working on a theme in the novel so I feel entirely justified….)

Note Pinned to the Saddle of a Wandering Mare

Partner, I admit

I left you to the graft

wrangling, branding, counting heads:

I forgot to shut the gate.

Things on the ranch haven’t changed.

So empty the echo

deafened you. So dark you gave up

on matches. So quiet at night

I roped you to my ear.

I liked your prairie

eyes, the way we rode like friends

along the trail: my singing, your red kerchief,

the lariat round your neck. I’m sorry

for the handcuffs and the lock

across your door.

I was so hungry

I ate you alive.

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