His dog was contained in an impenetrable tomb.
Twelve hexagonal stepping stones upon
A mound of dirt
ooo
oooo
ooo
I wanted to pray for her,
a dog I never met.
I had to repent
for the barking noises I made
earlier, before I knew.
All dogs go to heaven, but all people go to hell.
He didn't want to be reminded
of her passing
so I didn't warn him that I was coming.
At least he wasn't home.
The alive dog, Rango, was very friendly.
He sniffed and licked me,
his nose between my legs.
If only someone else would find me so fascinating.
I noted this out loud.
His mother laughed.
She was complicit in my intrusion of his son's privacy.
A nice boy
A sweet boy
A quiet boy
An anxious boy
He preferred the company of a few close friends
Friends that weren't me
Even though I was delirious,
I meant it when I said to this man
"If you were like the boy she described,
I would have fallen in love."
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
His dog was contained in an impenetrable tomb.
Twelve hexagonal stepping stones upon
A mound of dirt
ooo
oooo
ooo
I wanted to pray for her,
a dog I never met.
I had to repent
for the barking noises I made
earlier, before I knew.
All dogs go to heaven, but all people go to hell.
He didn't want to be reminded
of her passing
so I didn't warn him that I was coming.
At least he wasn't home.
The alive dog, Rango, was very friendly.
He sniffed and licked me,
his nose between my legs.
If only someone else would find me so fascinating.
I noted this out loud.
His mother laughed.
She was complicit in my intrusion of his son's privacy.
A nice boy
A sweet boy
A quiet boy
An anxious boy
He preferred the company of a few close friends
Friends that weren't me
Even though I was delirious,
I meant it when I said to this man
"If you were like the boy she described,
I would have fallen in love."
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