she used to laugh
and say
I was off the chain, implying
that I was
a wild
dog that had escaped his
leash,
his tie down
around
a big oak tree.
I had jumped the fence
was running free.
you're off the chain, she'd
say, happy
for me.
I wish I could run with you,
but I got
this house,
these kids,
the dogs, a job,
responsibilities,
and god help me, I've got
this ring.
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