Drooling god
sniffing at
the doorway.
This one
isn't unusual.
This one
casts the
same shadow
as the
other dogs.
I stopped.
I will
walk past
this god
and take
my first
real breath
outside this
lonesome hole.
That dog
will follow
bury bones
sniff privates
carry on.
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