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Poetry: Susan Terris

SOMETIMES A HORSE IS NOT A HORSE

The Marais—where we are—but in
another era, before chic.
And in the weed-choked square, a crowd
near a creature, legs loping
in air while his grounded body writhes.
Pressing forward, we
hear the orgasmic wheeze of his panic.

J’ai un cheval noir et blanc.
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