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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Just Another Wish




I want to lay myself out like a dog, limbs splayed and my underbelly begging all soft and warm…radiating submission and humility. I'd roll my head onto crinkled whiskers and pant against the shag of well worn carpet, loosen and unfurl my tongue from the jaws that held it tight and afraid. Reaching down your hand, you would enter my ribs between the first and the last break…pull one word, then another from the cavity where they misalign. You’d pile them next to a tail that has long since ceased to wag, too concerned that the breeze might unearth our funeral bones. You’d care little for the blood, and I’d care little for the pain as our viewpoints swapped like donated organs and compassion breathed fresh. You would scratch a joke behind my ear and make my tail stutter…keep telling it, until the words were airborne like dander, and we had understanding whipped.

1 comment:

  1. My gosh I feel like that was me, that dog.

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