hour refuses to pose for the camera.
hour was drenched by a Garland of Roses.
hour was prepping to stud.
jockey sits with his legs crossed,
a cup of tea. The tea
cold too quickly.
whinnies at this, the hour.)
hour is in the stable
a stop watch
to its back,
for the most exciting two minutes in sports.
is really the best place for the hour,
doesn’t have personal belongings.
up with the cleaning
the end of the hour.
the suitors are women.
have the lightest caresses the
ever felt. The hour
feels its second hand.
hour nibbles an apple core
each gloved palm.
makes the hour’s day.
hour is a stallion at day,
colt by night.
a sun dial or a goat stirs up drama.
hour couldn’t ask for a better
honored tradition really.
the memories, though, that get
can’t make them fast enough.
to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and currently lives in the DC
area with her family. She is the author of six chapbooks. Recent
ones are forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press, Crisis
Chronicles Press and Shirt
Pocket Press. Her
first full-length poetry collection is forthcoming from Lucky
Bastard Press. Recent
work can be seen / is forthcoming at, Pretty
Owl Poetry, Yes,
Poetry, Gargoyle, Jet Fuel Review, glitterMOB, Pith, So
to Speak, Apple
Valley Review, Otis Nebula, Freezeray, Entropy, Right Hand Pointing, and decomP. Jennifer
MacBain-Stephens is online at jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com.