never quite figure out if my dog
truly loved me,
or just showed
affection
because i may have
wiped
my fingers
on my pants after
eating
a leg of fried chicken,
or a slice
of pizza from Ray's Original.
he loved
my sweaters
and coats,
full of crumbs,
chips
and spills,
remnants of cinnamon
buns.
he couldn't wait for me
to get home
and jump
into my lap
to dig into my pocket
for a Chinese fortune
cookie.
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