Poem – Marty Smith

I am all saliva and static

before the big race. I secretly want

to be the horse; the jaw

 

and the strange elemental eye.

The sun along my long muscles.

I will be good; I will be good.

 

I make the glorious mouth.

It is a heart-blossom red I choose.

I leave teeth marks.

 

When the tapes are up, I’m on the steel.

I hit my straps. The sun in my lungs.

I put my tail up and go.

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