by Christine Kwon, 3.49am July 10th 2022

In the evening we made it to a leafy place

Horses were gathered in a cult around our love

Their large bodies steaming


We said to the tour guide

‘young man, please let them loose, we said nuzzle

Not muzzle.’


He said, ‘look again, they’re not horses,

Like gladiators, the two in the center

Are fighting to the death.’