I hold
open the
horse’s eye
its lids
lip slick
dirt amulet
finger pry
forceps
opening
wider its
fissure I
rip tunics
history’s blue
buckskin
I object in
monocular
vision hold
pierce light
tear canthus
the horse’s
eye glows
impassive
I form
as opener
held in its
beast gloss
I fasten his
fascination
it pins
me holding
for as
long
as I can
think
—
from You’re Called by the Same Sound–published by Thirdhand Books
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Alicia Wright is the author of You’re Called By The Same Sound (Thirdhand Books, 2025) and A Coin, A Moth, A Literary Journal (DoubleCross Press, forthcoming 2026). She lives, teaches, and edits in Iowa City, Iowa, where she also hosts the poetry reading series Normie Creep in the Sacred Grove.
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