Savannah Oliker | Pony

We never fucked after we stopped
being in love.
This was one of our many charms,

like when you came over in the beginning
with a bouquet and said, I don’t really know
how to do this. We were people.

I wanted to see your mouth in the morning
before it opened. I wanted to see
the pony you told me slept standing up.

I imagined it awake all night,
its eyelashes like exotic rugs.



Savannah Oliker is a poet based in Seattle, Washington. She received her MA in Sexuality Studies from San Francisco State University and is a forthcoming writer in residence at Vermont Studio Center.

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