Windsor Raceway, 1973
Cinnamon sprinkled, red and brown
right down to the stubble, right down
to the nicotine-stained fingers, retrieving the butt
from between those lips, square cowboy teeth.
“Get off my foot, you little shit.”
Nonchalant, so Marlon Brando, James Dean.
A rebel with a torn running shoe,
and a skinny girl with glasses
in the tinder-dry grass, one grazing horse.
Susan R. Morritt is a writer, visual artist and musician from Waterford, Ontario, Canada. Her prose, poetry and visual art appear in numerous magazines including 34 Orchard, The Rabbit Hole Writer Co-op Anthology, Third Estate Art’s Decapitate Journal, The Speckled Trout Review, and Does It Have Pockets. She was short-listed for The Staunch Short Fiction Prize, long-listed for The Redbud Writing Project Coppice Prize, as well as others. Susan is a former racehorse trainer who has worked extensively with livestock.
