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Apr 2016
you sit on the sofa
and watch tv
while i lie on the floor

and when the pain gives way
i move
on those limbs you wounded
i crawl
to your feet and look up to you

“hey, dog. come up here.”
i heave my body up
when i sit next to you
i think what i’m feeling
is definitely “happiness”
happy to be your pet
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