Fortune Cookies: Poems by Andrew Cox


You and the horse gallop through the woods on the narrow trail and it does not matter, the risk and the spill that is about to happen but now there is only the velocity and the blurring trees and the sound hooves make. Pain, the pain comes to this: it's worth it, this you and the horse and the trail that leads you, this wild turkey about to scurry across and spook the horse; it is worth it, this ache. Pain, the pain comes to this: scream all you want to, cry because it is worth it, you and the horse galloping and not looking back.

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