“The woman hangs from the 13th floor window crying for the lost beauty of her own life. She sees the sun falling west over the grey plane of Chicago. She thinks she remembers listening to her own life break loose, as she falls from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago, or as she climbs back up to claim herself again.” LossAmbiguityShe Had Some HorsesJoy HarjoFinding OneselfPoetry Claiming Identity Book:She Had Some Horses Source: She Had Some Horses