we went to soften the dog in the way we’d seen our sister softened.
when her heart
was still
a hiccup’s
echo.
her eyesight the sound of a drill.
her eyes
two holes
in a turtle’s
shell
her eyes for seeing
the food in her mouth.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
we went to soften the dog in the way we’d seen our sister softened.
when her heart
was still
a hiccup’s
echo.
her eyesight the sound of a drill.
her eyes
two holes
in a turtle’s
shell
her eyes for seeing
the food in her mouth.
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