After the fire, they let me live where they keep the horses. I was so excited at first! I had never seen horses before, but there weren’t any horses. Just the hay they had been chewing on. I also chewed on the hay. The walls of the stall were bright yellow. I pressed my face against them. I was the new horse, I thought.
There were many other stalls, but no horses in them.
I would have to be everybody’s animal, I knew.
I picked up a turd like a hunk of cigar and held it in front of my face.
I had already embraced this lifestyle. There was no use in forming new opinions of it now. There were women up at the house sewing horse-clothes for me. A little saddle, something special that a child could fit in comfortably.
Baltimore, Maryland, United States of America