I worked hard
to callous my hands
so I could touch her.

I worked hard
to strengthen my arms
so I could hold her.

She should have known
she was raking her spurs
across my heart.

I sold her horse
because that sad excuse
for dog food was taking her

where she wanted to go—& now,
she won’t talk to me
unless I get professional help.

In my family
a man’s feelings
are no one else’s business.

I told her
I’d buy her another horse.
I told her I was sorry.

I promised her
I won’t do it again.
How much do I owe you, Doc?

Image credit:Pablo Manriquez

I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth & Zocalo Magazine.