Mid Summer Fragment


The dog whimpers
and you slowly kick your legs
down to the concrete floor
like an old hinge.

The irregular, but constant flash and pop of idiocy
rages outside as you pull on the haunches of your dog
from underneath your bed.

If only your dog liked scotch
as much as you do.


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