All the king’s horses


She loved horses. 

Everything about them 

from their velvety lips 

to the wisdom burnt black into their eyes. 

Her childhood memories of horses never left her until…

He told her that night he left 

with only a duffle bag and a tennis racket, 

he was not one of the king’s horses or men, 

and she was no Humpty Dumpty, 

though she surely needed fixing.

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