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“Horses, Which Do Not Exist” by Alberto Ríos Issue no. 101 (Winter 1986)
The strong horseshoe shape of a horse’s mouth Of his teeth, set that way of a suitcase handle And the way a bit, in just that way, pulls him: Come here to where it is I say. Like that A horse’s mouth, and so his manner, broken Those horses no longer running along the far Distance visible from a Tucson highway thirsty Stopping for water, making one of those paintings Living rooms wear as pendants. Those paintings Too unreal, laughed at and finger-poked And so these horses too must be unreal, A bad painting of nine, A pond of browning water. Birds, two kinds. Grass too green—spring has come this year, And water—mountains too blue, too many shades, In the distance. And so they are, this all is‚ As children say, like a dream, Laughing hard at how good it seemed at the moment.
The strong horseshoe shape of a horse’s mouth Of his teeth, set that way of a suitcase handle
And the way a bit, in just that way, pulls him: Come here to where it is I say. Like that
A horse’s mouth, and so his manner, broken Those horses no longer running along the far
Distance visible from a Tucson highway thirsty Stopping for water, making one of those paintings
Living rooms wear as pendants. Those paintings Too unreal, laughed at and finger-poked
And so these horses too must be unreal, A bad painting of nine,
A pond of browning water. Birds, two kinds. Grass too green—spring has come this year,
And water—mountains too blue, too many shades, In the distance. And so they are, this all is‚
As children say, like a dream, Laughing hard at how good it seemed at the moment.
Winner of a 2020 Whiting Award for Poetry, Jake Skeets is Black Streak Wood, born for Water’s Edge. He is Diné from Vanderwagen, New Mexico. He is the author of Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers (Milkweed Editions, 2019), a National Poetry Series–winning collection of poems. He holds an M.F.A. in poetry from the Institute of American Indian Arts. Skeets is a winner of the 2018 Discovery/Boston Review Poetry Contest and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Skeets edits an online publication called Cloudthroat and organizes a poetry salon and reading series called Pollentongue, based in the Southwest. He is a member of Saad Bee Hózhǫ́: A Diné Writers’ Collective and currently teaches at Diné College in Tsaile, Arizona.
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