Hey Horse

By Lauren Paré

After “Het Huis” by Benno Barnard

Stay horse, Tobermory, what gait I see
Prisms and games, which hold my place
Which hold me in splinters atop of I
Seriously, Frank, the bourgeoisie? I hate zucchini

Formula kings, I mostly meet my parents
In downstairs gospel and organs from afar
Mint eggnog, minimizing the clean and rich
Flustered operas, torching villages

Lauren Paré studied English at the University of Toronto and Law at the University of Ottawa. She is currently pursuing her Creative Writing Certificate at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies. Her work is published in Pulp Poets Press and forthcoming in Pinhole Poetry. She lives in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.