the horse ducks
to avoid the picture
frame the general sees
too late. the rock
of mane, locks shocked,
barrel cocked
and stayed. orange is made
from rind and yellow
mandarin and zero
monounsatu-red. love
is laundry piling
up and folding
under where it pinches
of salty bitterness
and hate. words carry
the world in them
for what they're worth
in clouded air, not weight.
~
*note to "the horse ducks"
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