Yesterday I was grooming my horse

When a guy asked me if I was married

-I used to be.

-You have a horse! He is your husband now!

If he’s right

It’s just the next stage

Of the disease that turns women

Into cat ladies.

There’s really nothing wrong with this,

I can embrace it

Since cantering

Feels a lot like sex.

But who am I kidding?

What riding teaches

Is the need for perfect partnerships.

I still want a man.

In my dream

Last night

My body was wrapped around

A red-haired god.

We fit like puzzle pieces.