Dog Bark

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of footage partly damaged by rain water

and consequential mold.

I'm breaking him down like carbon.

I'm stepping barefoot on his soul.

I wait for no one

but I still feel deep inside me

someone, anyone is coming.

It's why I can't kiss gently.

The fucking urgency of maybe

being left untouched for eternity...

or twenty whole minutes.

I call my mom, she doesn't pick up.

I call my sister, she doesn't pick up.

I drive an hour and half to roll around

on the grass above my father's bones.

A dog finally let out

to shit and piss

and to mark its useless territory.

Behold!

He scares me.

I rarely wear red anymore

and smoke cigarettes never.

But he will finger paint all over his face

and come find me with a kitchen knife

the moment pink is left

on the bedside burning.