Good Dog

A poem

Source

“See you later”

she said,

and slid the

collar and

clasped the

lead around

the dog’s

neck — her

decoy — and

took the cold

walk along

the dark

road — her

heart, thudding

the pavement

and leaving

cracks — that

pointed to

her lovers

lair. And, not

once did

Patch

blab.

Finer Things

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