← v21n3, Spring 2023
Poetry · Volume 21, Number 3

don’t bring your 6-year-old daughter to a wild horse action, just bring a horse home

she will trace the shapes of scars

ask where each one came from

why are they called wild?

she will try to release each one

only after naming them thunder

cloud

and the one called poorly drawn stars

is the one she chooses

then asks about freeze marks

the burn to remove freedom

she will tame our gaze on raised skin

and the brand flinching

discipline refusing body

the wild not giving in