Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 242 - Max


come out from bed I find my dog
he’s standing far too close
to our one bright radiating heater looking
like a small licked horse

come on  I give a tired out command
we neither of us listen to the thinness
in my voice    I retire back to eye drops
to something broken  somewhere
in my foot   to where
my brain won’t settle
and he stays
out   by the warm


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