Self-Diagnosis as Onocentaur
by Barbara Yauss
2 hours out of the belly
of familiar darkness
your animal-half knows to test its legs
wobbling and gray like you
haven’t been able to get out of bed
all day So you get your ass up
and start on your hands if you have to
and you run
before your neck can even hold
your head’s depression You run
as if trampling up dust with the herd
you don’t have You run
as if something is chasing you
that can be outrun You run
as if you are half horse
just to feel half human