Sunday, May 13, 2018
Wind - in progress, by esteban
2 days since christmas. listen to me good. the horse had giant nostrils shooting steam in the ice cold. i never saw a horse before in real life, just on tv. it was black then white then reared and i never saw muscles like that before, bulging for an explosion.
it was in my living room. living.
i just wanted to sing. just sing.
but i wasn’t singing, i had tried all day but i somehow lost my voice, i had even drank whiskey, thinking it would help me get my voice back. it didn’t. so i was listening to elton john sing.
then the horse reared and i shivered in my living room, blanket wrapped around me, something my mother knitted, yarned, whatever, as a gift she would have given me the christmas she died. i did not understand the cold.
this all happened in less than 3 seconds.
then i lay before the horse, right where it would land once it stopped its rearing.
thinking the horse came from hell or heaven, to kill me, i lay before it, closed my eyes and waited.
then its nose, face, whatever you call its face, rubbed my face until i opened my eyes. and that’s how Wind chose to introduce herself – by scaring the hell out of me and making me open my eyes.
at May 13, 2018
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