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

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