Leg hitched the wrong way
around a horses neck, reigns
wrapped around my waist,
an uncontrollable pace throttles
my unsteady conviction and
peripheral vision forward as I panic
to right myself or fall to my death
down this grassy knoll. The group waits
at the shore to embark on a boat
with no rules. Fuck who you want
and when it re situates it’s anchor
we go back to our lives satisfied in an unspeakable ways.
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