Horse And Girl
Nicole Kurlich The wind off Lake Erie licks my lungs hollow, and you split sand and shale like iron shields, shuddering me. You, a mare of Pharaoh and I, a freshwater queen. The Midwestern pulse surges up hot, and you stretch back and bone like cello bowstrings, bending me. You, a goddess of war and I, an American green. |
About the author:
Nicole Kurlich's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal and Decades Review. She currently lives in Northeast Ohio and is pursuing an Associates of Arts degree at Lakeland Community College. When she is not studying, she can be found in the library, at the track or on the back of a horse. |