everything is fine,

everything is fine, everything is stable

i am worth a hundred

horses scrawny with certain

blinders          jumping

up i try to lift

your tone drops your mouth

& time, again,

disapproves            i kneel

you trample

dust, everywhere

water washes faces

dirt pats & spits & sizzles

hands pour water

sand sinks into        hands

the latch is turned

there is floor

every direction shit

is mucked          this,

a stall

no feed, no flowers

early for the morning, bones

dry as a tongue

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