"Playing Horses"
I shook my head wildly,
neighed through my nostrils
like the best horse I could muster.
You held the rope and sure knew how
to swing it. You caught me more
than once. Tied me to a tree
and left me there to think about it.
I’ll never forget the time you came
back, after being gone over five minutes,
and slapped my face. Hard. Three times
it was. And then you untied me.
And I walked away.
Not one single tear rolled down my face.
Yesterday I phoned you, five hours away
by car, and asked if you were up for talking.
Of course you weren’t but this time
when I lay down the phone
I got an idea. I would never call
you again. And if I had rope, there’s
no telling what I’d do. Sister, I’ve had
all these years to think about it.
© 2009 Teresa White
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