I Don’t Know What Else to Say, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

I Don’t Know What Else to Say

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

 

The Friesian horse of the night approaches,

In an extended cantor.

When it finally slows to a halt,

May it nuzzle my face and neck,

May the mist of its breath shroud my body

So that I may disappear into the moon light.

And may whatever it was I wanted to say

Be swallowed up into the ground

Only to reappear years later—

As bones wrapped in flowers.

 

 

 

 

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