In the chill of sundown I clutcha caramel latte as ambulance lightsripple across black steellike an ill-kindled campfire.Ill-bundled, I watch the gurney’swheels race across the

Of course I galloped into this world on four legs.My hooves thundered in time with my mother’s heartbeat.Every time she craved a taco, I whinnied.

The sun goes down like a sealed wound:scarlet pressed into the canyoned sky.Tumbleweed clings to the slope,its dry ribs rasping in wind. You carry the