She had some horses.
She had horses with eyes of trains.
She had horses with full, brown thighs.
She had horses who laughed too much.
She had horses who threw rocks at glass houses.
She had horses who licked razor blades.
She had some horses...
She had some horses she loved.
She had some horses she hated.
These were the same horses.
-excerpt from the poem by Joy Harjo