Amelioration

this year my scars spread like wild roots, scraping along my bones and sometimes knuckling through 

​my mane turned an old mirror grey

but I’m no horse, I’m a useless pony

interventionist friends with red lips making shapes​ through the mist of red wine 

always makes me feel better

dinners of soft cheese on stale​ oat cakes

always makes me feel better

and the clumsy nurturing hands of a stranger

always makes me feel better