Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.

the dog with missing parts

it kept half-barking,
out of its half-ribcage

the rest of the sound was sandpaper on bone

this little mange of fur and concern
i walked past it, both interested and not

but how unlike me it was, to be so mixed:
half one thing and half another
like the dog’s sandpaper bark
or its ribcage

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