“Barking”

Shedding dog

lick another face

make another call

play another game

the empty cup 

doesn’t fill

I could make a wig

out of what you lost 


forehead to the wall

your desert corner


but he was all over you


and it is not fair,

bark to the moon,

let’s get you there.

ML, March ‘25.

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