Horse Dreams: A Broken-In Villanelle A wild and aimless sprinting follows the burst of a gun Apple sweet and cinnamon heat when the race is (never) over Beware the salty lump at war with the forceful tongue Corrals encircled in alfalfa fields growing fat with sun Knees and ankles become speed as darkness turns to clover Beware the soft and salty lump against the forceful tongue Copenhagen and Marengo survived Waterloo hollering come I saw my shining copper hide on a cave wall in hematite and ochre Engaged in wild and aimless sprinting after the bursting gun The soft and salty lump gives in to the forceful tongue Unbridled but whipped and saddled by a sad(istic) lover Timothy and bluegrass reach up to clouds in their breakneck run Inside this long-lashed, velvet body the prairie spreads open In the coffins of his pupils a dark and dangerous sprite hovers A wild and aimless sprinting and a silent brutal gun Ropes dissolve into barley mush at the sound of thunder Between my legs, find a West that never could be won A soft and salty lump upon a bursting tongue Lightning gallops wildly, but for the tyranny of a gun
Ann Stewart McBee was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan. She obtained her PhD in creative writing at the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee. She has published fiction and poetry in Ellipsis, Untamed Ink, The Pinch, and Citron Review among others. Her short story collection titled How Rabbit Went Down and other Mishaps is available from Hoot-n-Waddle press. She teaches English at Des Moines Area Community College, and lives outside Des Moines, Iowa. The limited use of her hands due to Rheumatoid Arthritis does not prevent her from writing the same way that living with air pollution does not prevent one from breathing.