wants nothing
Jackson
black dog
we'll never
trim
your wiry fur
(ever)
this Saturday night
you've lost a white
baby tooth
a tiny amount
of your blood
stains
the wood floor
as it's night
we now remove
your red collar
as you hustle
toward the back
of the house
suddenly
you see
young Harlequin
chiaroscuro
gypsy cat
black and tan
half-pint
foliage-colored
feral cat
learned of domestic ways
Saturday, October 26, 2002
Posted by Unknown at 6:45 PM
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