woman with a small dog

when the dog
lurches
at you, biting
your hand
because you
have a sandwich
in it,
leaving a neat
band
of teeth marks
imprinted into
your skin,
you stare at
the owner as
if it was she
who latched her
teeth upon
you. but she
shrugs and says,
oh my, I'm oh so
sorry. fluffy
has never done
such a thing.
she didn't break
the skin did
she. she squints
at your red
hand, looking
for blood. nope,
don't see any,
she says.
I didn't know fluffy
could jump that
high. good jump
girl. well
have a nice
day. maybe we've
learned a lesson
about walking around
with a sandwich,
haven't we. bye.