Equestrians and Selenophobia
dreams in a
feasting glassy visionaries, galloping toward the licking yonder.
The curve of a hip dipping,
revealing the moth-yawn trail, and some
women are born with fear;
born with sharp
Born to sprout legs and eyelashes
to the earthen cold like a grandmother spider.
The horse is a myth,
fabled, as any throne, made from a braided spine;
the thinnest of cavalcades, regimental,
oxidize, a thick yarny tongue.
Those horses to which I impale myself upon,
blind to moon fright
less of a lung,
more a riddle rasping;
I move away,
in between the gasping of the storm.
*Selenophobia: Having an intense fear or phobia of the moon.