“dogs grow to resemble their masters”
maybe
we’re drawn … to those who resemble us,
not like Narcissus,
but grabbed by the familiar
kiss of a kindred give … and take.
Albert’s pug face shouts … wide
ranging expressions. … Most
are in a key of indignation.
Those few times,
happy times … indeed,
when the joy does
come, ... it comes so overwhelming,
he snorts and puffs, he hops
and prances about … His tiny body
can never contain it
and he lets it … spill
all over me.
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