Nov 04, 2017 03:18
i had a dog once in taitung.
a mutt with nappy brown
fur. i don’t recall,
but i know that it was my dependent;
i stayed bamboozling its pungent saliva into
believing that
my great value was its blue steak
and safeguarded it for, maybe,
seven years in mutt and mulatto.
until mommy got tired of my wanting and
promised me
a bowl of noodles if i gave it away
so she did.
i shooed the mutt away and it paid
for her freedom and what i thought was
mine.
and the silky-smooth
brown, not black,
garlic oil that christened her tepid broth
filled me even after i was,
it
poetry,
fuckshit