kiss early in the pale morning
kiss is as early as they come
in the night
swept
thick lunch here,
mobile remnants,
the five red bites on my leg,
outward to the slant of the swampland
a suffocating cloud from this spawn
where I swam in
last summer
honey snarls at me as I hook her to the lead
she growls, thinking she is playing
but too rough
underneath the maroon jacket, lines of her ruff play
yellow dirt
compliments
blue shirt
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