the puppy girl,
bright and smart, with more
degrees
than a thermometer
wants to tell you
all she knows
about life and politics,
but the thimble
you hold that she tries
to fill
never over flows.
you want to tell her about
tear gas.
about levitating
the pentagon,
about long hair, and
music,
love and peace,
as pretend as it all was,
poverty and pollution.
but she can't keep still
as she barks,
her tail wagging furiously,
her ears and eyes
filled with the shallow
reflections
of herself and those
inside her phone.
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