02-01-2016, 12:37 AM
Imprinted
Morning. Yellow Labrador
ninety pounds if it’s an ounce
whines piteously in
its clean, commodious night-cage
scared to evacuate, stymied urgency
afraid to widdle so much
as a drop
still lifelong-terrified
by giant gods
that cry, “Bad dog!”
and rolled newspapers
big as logs
to tiny puppies.
/fixed/ dale/mod
Morning. Yellow Labrador
ninety pounds if it’s an ounce
whines piteously in
its clean, commodious night-cage
scared to evacuate, stymied urgency
afraid to widdle so much
as a drop
still lifelong-terrified
by giant gods
that cry, “Bad dog!”
and rolled newspapers
big as logs
to tiny puppies.
/fixed/ dale/mod
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