{Horse! Love! Never! Dies!}, a poem by Rosebud Ben-Oni
The only horse poem you’ll ever need
{Horse! Love! Never! Dies!}, a poem by Rosebud Ben-Oni
All the horses I’ve loved are from outer spacehorse
All of spacehorse is a multi horseverse
I’m writing
As a spacehorse
& no
I don’t have any starhorse charts or artifact of stellar hoofprint
Or landing on horsemoon proof I get that some of you think you
Own a horse but I don’t
Want to
Spacehorse is wild unplace & I get buck-horse wild with
Earth horses here to get free of your silly rules
About love & etiquette & whatever
Two-legged nonsense
Running at the mouth like a dried-up river when I get all outer outer
Horsespace with darkhorsematter
& speaking
Of all horses sometimes I do
Mean just the one who broke my heart
In Iceland that tangled dark mess of mane I mean
The horse I mean my hair when I speak of horses
I do & don’t only speak Icelandic
Horse need & one
in particular but surely this too is to say all horses are multiverses to me
As outer space horses whose kin are earthly horses
Who one day will leave you & your silly greed
For the moon & the stars when I say they are
All horses & yet you cry,
but you don’t own one a horse, how do you know anything
— & to that no I’m not really
Asking
Who wants to own when you can love
Who wants anything but love
Who but my dear spacehorse
The only
In which I can breathe & not worry about rent or hang-ups or titles
Or deed just spacehorse & me
Fucking up your Sundays & your gentle seas
With the inconvenient mess we bleed
Other spacehorses who make me
Their spacehorse main
Girlhorse main womanhorse what on earth
Could ever be better than a brokenhearted space
Horse who teems with more spacehorse & more
Spacehorse debris it falls onto earth & I feast
On every bitter hoof & tasty spacesteed I don’t worry
What others think no I feel sorry for those who say
Spacehorse & I are quite ridiculous when we’re looking into the sky
& know without a doubt in the spacehorse multiverse
That all horses are the one Icelandic horse I knew for less than a week
That I persist
In knowing for almost an entire week
I will always
Love
Spacehorse & Spacehorse
Me
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