The Pet

June 17, 2009
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This thing that trails behind me choking on a leash is silence
I drag it over rocks, and through the rain, and in the sand
I used to try to take it walking in the park
But every time it winced and whimpered
So I drag it over rocks, and through the rain, and in the sand
Then you join us and we’re in the grass
Sometimes even, my fist unclenches, taking the leash to the ground
And it runs ahead leaving us alone, and waits for me in the distance





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