Saturday, May 11, 2002

cry.

little dog shakes in the corner,
beaten by
a tree branch.
nose bleeds,
paw torn
short pants
vomit
in the shade.

thrown apple rots in the rib
and vision blurs behind
the iodine sponge
in your eyes.

"speak."
"speak."
"speak...."
speak?

just a frail whine,
gasp between lungs.

collapse.

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