where i confess: i understand nothing at all. these wildlands, struck by drought, bear no truth. acclimation doesn’t come easily. yesterday, i watched you from the window, saw the horse kicking up dirt. you brazen & free. in your wake, those cattle trailed, glass- eyed & sun-shot. god. i know how it is. my america brings me to tears. dust collects in the kitchen sink. out on the ranch, you are king of the west, galloping towards a desert sunset. still sweet & sharp as a knife. oh, you wild thing. i won't try to make you learn. if i were less of myself, i too would join the herd.
Ivi Hua is an Asian-American writer, dreamer, & poet with works published in the Dawn Review, Polyphony Lit,& The Aurora Journalamong others. Her work has received recognition from the Pulitzer Center & the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers. The cofounder of Young Poets Workshops, she believes in the initiation of change through language. You can find her @livia.writes.stories on Instagram.
