Goat
Goat Word by word by goat-like step I climbed sure-footed out of the ordinary up to where I now begin to question everything lose the script. A goat should know who she is and whether or not she made anything. From this thin air my sideways eyes catch the bar fight below a whole world on fire with confidence. I would have before charged down locked horns but now I shift from hoof to hoof on high ground, unsure of who “I” am or where there is to go. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 