Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
Ruts
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
Summary
These ruts must be from the horses,
the blue-black mares moving through
my dreams each night, and bringing wind
and rain and pebbles along with them—
and I know that they are real because I've
seen them. The first time was on a carousel,
we were in Paris, and I was just a girl,
and they were all brightly painted ponies
with gilded harnesses and goofy-looking teeth.
How badly I wanted to climb on for a ride
along with all the other happy children.
But I looked around and could not find
my parents; instead I kept hearing that strange
carnival music, as the same horses went
round and round and round and round and
round. And I could not help but look up at
those mirrors, reflecting a distorted version
of me back to myself, over and over again.
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- My Dark Horses , pp. 47Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017