I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun as taking a nap, or grass. I like their lady horse swagger, after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up! But mainly, let’s be honest, I like that they’re ladies. As if this big dangerous animal is also a part of me, that somewhere inside the delicate skin of my body, there pumps an 8-pound female horse heart, giant with power, heavy with blood. Don’t you want to believe it? Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see the huge beating genius machine that thinks, no, it knows, it’s going to come in first.
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Christina
Why I chose this poem:
Until somewhat recently I hadn't read a lot of poetry, mostly because I found it a little intimidating and wasn't sure how to dive in. On a whim, I checked out Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón from the library a few years ago, and it quickly became one of my favorite books and got me excited about checking out other poets. This poem opens the book, and is one of several favorites from the collection.
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