riding
in a car,
i'm sitting next to a dog
looking into its eyes.
in ninety minutes from now
i don't know where i'll be.
waking
to my phone
i checked my email and cried
from a deepening trough.
it rips the net of dead roots.
points a blank lit up sign.
homestead
in the trees.
between the road and the house
i figure some wall exists
the little head of this dog
gives me sight to look through.
dark grey.
other grey.
they fuse against the scruff line
that i'm barreling on.
give me a cud i can eat,
don't forgive me at all.
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