Wild white horses, won't you take me away
Tiny heartbeats scattered under my skin
Some pulses louder, wilder than others
Wild white horses, take me away.
Pounding, but small, the pounding of miniature mallets, submerged
Roll to the right, always to the right
Sometimes I worry that I will never go left,
But then I always push off the worrying until next time
For some reason, I like the right.
Wild white horses, take me away.
Sometimes I am greedy.
Most of the time, in fact,
but I guess I am greedy with time in all aspects of my life.

Breathe in breathe in breathe in breathe in
Hold it
Keep holding it
Then stop.
Exhale the words that want to be mouthed
Wait.
Brace shoulders back and crack them
Stretch my toes and then my feet and then my ankles.
Crack those, too.
Carry on, hunter, and stop when you reach the machine gun.