VINYL POETRY

Volume 1, August 2010

BIRDIE
Sasha FletcherView Contributor’s Note

all the tired horses

I wanted to ask them why he was sitting face down in the creek. Why she was moaning and why the horses’ legs looked so loud. I wanted to ask them if they knew a good place to get a bite to eat, maybe with some vegetables. I wanted to ask them to come by some time as they looked like the sort of people who could tell a good story or would actively participate in board games. From above on the bridge a train stopped and it seemed like people were jumping from it but from where I was standing I couldn’t really tell.