one night stand with a horse

by Olly Bryan

she had the face of a horse
and the breath of a beast
in the elevator
we staggered
into each other’s mouths
she pouted under the ocean
of our stupidity
she scratched and she howled
i frowned
lusted then shot
sick with regret
i walked Bristol four in the morning
half cut loose head
that night
i loved her for a second
but i also loved overpriced drink
pompous upstarts
and pretentious art
fuck it
the past is laughing
at me
but i’m going
to laugh at
today.

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