her to the cemetery
once
on a cold wintry day.
she said that she wanted to visit
an old loved
one
that died several years ago.
i looked at her
and thought, maybe i was
wrong
about her.
there is a human being
inside
the monster
that she is.
a real empathetic
person.
it was raining ice water,
i took her hand
as i held the umbrella
over us.
finally we reached
the grave
stone.
it said, Rex.
who's Rex, i asked her, and
she said
it was my beloved pet,
a rescue dog
i had for two weeks.
i still have the scar on my
arm
where he bit me. then
she began
to cry, as i rolled my eyes,
and mumbled,
yikes, what's next.
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