i didn't walk
the dog,
he walked me,
he had no idea what
a straight line was,
the sidewalk meant
nothing to him.
it was all water,
as if he was a small
boat adrift.
the street was no different
than the dirt path.
he barked at everyone
for no reason.
planes in the sky drew
his attention.
there wasn't anything
that he wouldn't
put in his mouth,
lick or try to take home.
a dead bird,
a rock,
an old bone.
he'd bite through
the leather leashes
until i got
the thick chain ones,
which i'd secure
to his rhinestone
collar.
he was a beast.
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