When I was 11 or so
my friend who was fat and I
would feed meat to dogs behind gates.
They would look at us
so hungry
inside their grey gardens
dangerous and solemn
and I would look at them
so angry
so livid
so fantastically superior
and we would reach a mutual understanding:
that man's best friend is power.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
When I was 11 or so
my friend who was fat and I
would feed meat to dogs behind gates.
They would look at us
so hungry
inside their grey gardens
dangerous and solemn
and I would look at them
so angry
so livid
so fantastically superior
and we would reach a mutual understanding:
that man's best friend is power.
