she loved
her horse more than she loved
me.
the dog
too.
a long list of siblings
and relatives,
parents, even in laws,
now
on the outs
were higher in the food chain.
in time I realized how far
down
on the totem pole of her life
I was.
carved in at the bottom,
a niche
made with an axe.
a small
dent banged into the wood,
an insignificant
bruise.
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