This happened to Malcolm
My sister Hadley hosed green stuff off the ***
When she squirted my ear I ****** the neck rope. Her skin was hurt so
The horse folded back her lips and bit my thigh with brown yellow teeth.
I was thirteen. I locked myself in the bathroom.
I felt ***** as a smug prayer for running. Mom said,
“Come back out. Don’t get left behind.” My dad had run away.
I splashed my face cold and put on my jeans. I hustled out. Not for my mother.
Scottie was a Brock University girl from PEI who cut and doctored hooves and skin
And shod horses and filed their teeth. You could smell teeth filings and Stockholm tar
And when I went back to the head she held my face
A long time in her hands and said I knew you were a straight arrow.
That might have scared my mom.
That was the first time I ever did it with anyone.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
This happened to Malcolm
My sister Hadley hosed green stuff off the ***
When she squirted my ear I ****** the neck rope. Her skin was hurt so
The horse folded back her lips and bit my thigh with brown yellow teeth.
I was thirteen. I locked myself in the bathroom.
I felt ***** as a smug prayer for running. Mom said,
“Come back out. Don’t get left behind.” My dad had run away.
I splashed my face cold and put on my jeans. I hustled out. Not for my mother.
Scottie was a Brock University girl from PEI who cut and doctored hooves and skin
And shod horses and filed their teeth. You could smell teeth filings and Stockholm tar
And when I went back to the head she held my face
A long time in her hands and said I knew you were a straight arrow.
That might have scared my mom.
That was the first time I ever did it with anyone.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
A companion to Laurel and the Mare
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