Cowboy #3

I ain’t never been the cowboy I dreamed I’d be.

I’d bring the rainbow rodeo to town

to change that. But I’m still not the bronco

breaker, not the whistle of a western.

What had I hoped to find? Tree whisperer,

boy you fucking lassoed me. I’m the tree

that you spur climb, dig your heels into

to spot me, a steel rail in a green field.

Is there anything more patriotic?

Wrap me in the flag of your breath. I’ll shine

your shoes and I’ll bake you rosemary bread.

I’ll break in a horse, spurless and ropeless.

Oh just my body governing body.

So you can get home faster.

So you can run off if you’d like to.

Boston Gordon is a poet and writer living in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They run the You Can't Kill A Poet reading series - which highlights queer and trans identified poets in Philadelphia. Boston earned their MFA in Poetry through Lesley University. They are a winner in the Free Library of Philadelphia’s inaugural Cultureshare. They received a Leeway Foundation Art & Change grant in 2017. They have previously been published in The Fem, Bedfellows, Tinderbox, Guernica and more.


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