Chicano Poet

Friday, November 01, 2013

Wild Horse

You said love hurt you like a wild horse.
You had grown-up
made totally from the wildfires of your old man,
your dolls had black hair growing out of their blonde arms
all while you practiced jumping
in and out of your skirts
and your homework dried on the stove---
your little sister was set for life.


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