For my birthday

I received three bottles

Of red wine,

A basil plant,

And I will buy myself a horse.

I’m dreaming of a silver roan

Tennessee Walker.

We’ll have similar diets

And needs,

Safety,

Comfort,

Fun.

Who needs a man

When you’re riding 1000 pounds

Of Warmth and strength?

I certainly don’t.

I might be giving up sex

Entirely.

The thing itself is never as good

As you remember it to be,

Your body a baby-making machine.

I’ll trade having a boring man

Panting

Above me

In my freshly laundered sheets

For some serious galloping

In the wind.