Even the Cowboy Poets Are Dead

Even cowboys drink champagne at the country club,

wishing theirs were pastel problems of debutantes—

white silk gowned and waltzing like

rhinestone & diamanté.

Even Wall Street men court rodeo queens

at the intersection of the American dream.

The Hudson reflects fireworks on New Years Eve,

but where does a cowboy live in New York City?

Emily Bulicz-Arnelien