in the DMV awaiting
my turn
for new tags,
waiting for the voice
to call my
number, to have
it show up
on the screen, i notice
that the man
next to me
is holding a small box
with a turtle
in it.
i can't help myself,
i have to ask.
turtle? i say to him.
yes, the man says.
he's my emotional support
animal.
it's allowed.
it's okay.
i fly with him too.
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