FULL GALLOP

The night after, I dream I chop

all the penises off, the ones that

keep coming through the walls.

Tied in sweat-wet sheets, I wake

aching, how I’ve longed for touch

for so much of my bodied time.

In the shower later, I notice new

layers I’ve grown, softness love tosses

you after years of streetlights alone.

I will never harm you, your brilliant

skin I rub against in the night,

still, part of me is haunted—

a shadow baying inside me

who wants to snap her hind leg

back, buck the rider, follow

that fugitive call into oblivion.