And suddenly I thought of this past year,
Of all I had lost
Because of a moment of weakness
One late night
And because I decided to keep
The dignity
Of owning that decision
Of carrying
The burden of freedom forever.
The bitch
Chewed the collar off her raw neck,
Ran off,
And danced with the starving wolf.
You were a perfect clock,
Attuned to the sun and moon.
Each night I would ask you,
“Wake me up at six,”
And you would
With a kiss,
A hug,
A brush of my hair.
And when you disappeared,
So dependent on you was I,
I stopped waking up.
My brother asked me to do some drawings for a kid’s book for his French class, all of which were cutesy animals doing cutesy things.
So I said, “HECK YEAH.”
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