Archive for February 2010

Hey Dad, they let the dog out.
I can feel her breathing as I sit nervously,
feeling scared in a city I’ve never winced in, but should have.


I knew this would hit me: even the sober get crazy sometimes.
She’s staring. Her teeth are as yellow as a school bus, her breath is hungry.
I am only protected by this locked car door.


But there’s a smirk, or a smile, poking its head out of the anger.
This dog means no harm.
She’s a saint, an angel,
only adapting to her surroundings.