She Loved Horses

An awe of cavernous heartbeats turned her features equine. Listening to wind-hollowed chests, she heard the shape of her life, the blowing of tubular organs elongating her face, into sculptured snorts. I liked her snagged toothiness. the linkage of her broad scapulars, deeply tooled and studded, a back ready to be saddled by labor, hitched to days of hay and manure. When she laughed, hooves stomped into green rubber a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.