Monday, February 1, 2016

possessions

your dog
would find a rock
and bring it home.
bury it in a corner
as best he could
with fuzz
from the new carpet.
his rock.
his thing, his possession.
if you threw it back
out into the yard
he'd bring it back
in again
then look at you
as if asking why, why
would you do
that with all of this
you own.
these things,
you think are yours.

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