the circle, merry merry we all
fall down. Dusty wheel-spokes
spinning and your little dog too.
The ear is flat, the glass cold.
Rain drops there, flattening
themselves. The bone held
through the bars is skinny
like a long lens zooming out.
The details camouflage
the crooks, their fat tears
glitter like diamonds.
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love this!
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