my dog, short, squat, gazed
with pleading eyes
as He munched on a
granola bar with chocolate.
"can you be careful?" i asked,
"crumbs from those get everywhere."
He wasn't having a good day,
and soon after, neither was i.
it's grotesquely fascinating
how fast you can cede power
like a boxer cedes a match
after blow after blow.
another: while sleeping
my toe scratched his leg,
or it must've,
as i awoke with a bruise.
i'd reached the end of the rope,
mine not being nearly long enough,
so when He asked if i was fucking his friend,
the lie slipped as i had a hundred times.
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