But then there’s the beauty of the rodeo: the buck and nod, that arch and stretch against gravity. A bronco’s no square peg, and neither am I. Pegs or no, we both flex our more resistant muscles— strong-legged, strong-willed. To learn might is the ticket. The power of my unrelenting? When I expose exactly how pure, how— if stubborn enough— entire I can be—
Copyright © 2014 Lindsey D. Alexander. This poem originally appeared in cream city review, Spring/Summer 2014. Used with permission of the author.