I am the horse
I am the horse people should bet on
I am the person who will likely save you from a fire
I am the person who is black smoke
And blows black smoke in your eyes
I am the squeaky noise at night
I am the tables, and paper, and slugs
I am the thing that most excites you
I am the thing that most excites you
I am the horse that you should bet on
When you put your money down
Things are wild here
Everywhere around the green
Snakes, bobcats, and foxes
The purple flowers look wild
I am wild
My husband keeps me in his room so as not to upset the neigh-
bors
The wildest thing about me is my arrogance
Which turns to anger
Over language
People put so much stock in wild language
I wander, an animal
Over hills
The civilized path, the orange sun
Do I dare mention God in this poem?
God is wild, and not human
And when people make God human
He stares at you through the eyes of a bear
And beats his terrible bearded chest
And guffaws into the stars
O the night, mysterious and purple
And the shining rocks
None of them are sins in their
Lack of humanity
So why am I so horrible to look at,
With my wild hair
And my furry breast
And mouth
-Dorothea Lasky
