Today's poem is by Susannah Nevison
My Father Dreams of Horses
If your daughter is born
and her legs aren't made
for standingif her feet
are painted hooves, if her legs
aren't madeif your daughter
is a wooden toy you danceover a still fieldif you must make
her limbsif you carry her
to the river but the river
is made of horsesif you ride
into the forestif flames
if your daughter is madelike you, is built to burn
if you wade into the horses
if flamesif you cannot keep
her from burningif she will not
keepif the horses burn
if your daughter is born
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Copyright © 2015 Susannah Nevison All rights reserved
from Teratology
Persea Books
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