I still remember, we were in the ocean.
I was scared, you were dumb.
It ate us both.
Vomiting our bones onto the seashore -
Knee caps, spinal plates, cranium, clavicle.
It was magical.
And on the racing tracks,
Wilbur he is sleeping.
He is scared, he is sore.
I think about him, and he thinks about me.
No one knows.
Crossing hooves.
Later in the bargain bin,
I thought I saw some dentures.
Horsey teeth, human teeth.
I heard a rumor you were frozen underwater.
Molecules, clusterfuck.
Or did they grind you down while you were only sleeping?
Making you
Elmer's glue.