Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Toying with altruistic impulses
Stuffed as a dog, you slept
with the white belly I’d fancied kept
bare against the ground. Right there I found you,
and I didn’t turn you. Though I wanted to,
what we’re taught’s tough to set aside.
So I left you where I let you lie.
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