Poetry

I translated

the dog’s whine,
and it came out
to something like
“I’m sad, I’m the
saddest dog in the world,
how come that other dog
gets to go on a walk?”
It must be awful,
the truncation of time,
the compression of want.
The dog wants
all moments to be outside,
so the indoors
become all about waiting.

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