When you curved that gnarled paw around me,
and wrapped me in your sunshine hug, I couldn't forget
all those times I hated you
from across the desks and at home,
huddled over some truth you meant to enlighten me with,
how I whispered it every time you turn to me
and split that ancient face with smiles,
my God, I'd take your eyes with me to lunch
and stab their mental image with my fork,
gnawing through burger patties
and strands of meaty rib, pretending
it was the corner of your soul.
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