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fur two hole days i had a puppy.
she ran and played and sucked on sewer holes with her
unusually warm nose.
even my mother commented.
even my mother blew to the wind the reality of fuzz
and chopped up brown bones.
she growled in blue-like-water sheets,
sheetz;
she purred like a summer cat,
without the summer sun licking her back.
this little apple,
of the smallest, most intricate, seed-ish world,
was the best computer we'd ever had.
i swear i'll cry
for the little boy that let her roam,
into my heart like a feather storm
and a wild brush
of sticky mush
and barking bones
at a simple drive-thru window.