While listening to Patti Smith’s epic low-rumblin’ vibrato

I fell for the ‘75 song Horses after watching the ‘04
adaption of In My Father’s Den: see teen-aged Jackie 
crawlin’ / crawlin’ / crawlin’ ‘long the floor /
her head / shakin’ / side to side /
like a rabid / lion-dog
 
                                    Oh, I tried these moves out for size—
in the comfort 
of my bedroom 

                     with my eyes closed / to stacked books / cork
board / daddy-long-legs in the corners / ghost fan club /
and gods / gods / gods did it 
feel—

             but only because no one was watching. There is just 
something about: growing up with urge / fizzlin’ / potential / 
fizzlin’ / anxieties / fizzlin’ / suppression / makin’ it hard / 
to breathe / to shout / to sing / to say: oh man / just let me / 
get / the words / out / of my / chest /
my throat / just wait— 

                                     this song is like 9 and a half minutes 
long—like a storm is carrying it through each movement /
melding—left / right / up and down—I dance(d) to Patti’s 
meanderin’ lyrics. Patti / you taught me / how / to dance /
how / to move 

                       again
                       again
                                   after runnin’ / chasin’ / losin’ / 
               graspin’ / hidin’ / findin’ / movin’ / facin’ / 
               fallin’—

                just somethin’ / bout Horses / 
                      somethin’ / bout Horses / 
                                          bout Horses

      There’s / just somethin’ / bout Horses

                                                                and Patti / when I listen /
to your epic / low-rumblin’ / vibrato / Patti / an ever-present /
battle / with my body my head / melds into / the mem’ry / 
the mem’ry of Johnny / Johnny / just movin’ / mergin’ with the mirror / 
the mirror in the hallway just movin’ / movin’ / and now 
                                                                                            I’m movin’—

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