A Horse Walks Into a Bar and Says He Might Love Me by Paige Leland
says I’m divine like
a banana split he can’t say
no to. When he calls my name
he shouts pomegranate and fake orgasms,
honeybees and dandelion pollen.
I ask him if he knows
I do my makeup in the reflection
of the TV, or that I once moved
to New York to lose fifteen pounds.
I ask if he knows I stopped writing poems
just to prove that I don’t feel anything.
He says no, but remembers the time
I kissed the sweat from his temples and
said it tasted like marshmallow cereal.
He says, nobody has ever told him
something like that before.
Later, when I ask him in leather seats
to go west with me,
and fireflies drop dead from my mouth,
he shakes his head, asks if I know about
the children there,
finger-paint with rattlesnake blood—
how you can hear the clicking of their tails
echo against the window
on the nights you can’t sleep—
Paige Leland is a native of Mid-Michigan who graduated with a BA in Creative Writing from Grand Valley State University last December. Her poetry and prose have appeared in Chicago Literati, The Tahoma Literary Review, The 3288 Review and more.
Excellent work! Paiege comes from a hard working family with many talents! She is an extension of this Family well learned! I grew up with her Grandfather, Uncles and Aunts just 2 houses south!