pax and lulu.
i do not think a sweet golden boy (especially
one named pax) wants a prong collar,
but at least the kid pax has loose neck skin and magical golden fur
and goodness for protection, and at least young pax's paw lets
pax frolic with m' lulu, thanks be to dog.
yesterday i saw a girl, with dog
muzzled and prong-collared walking
among the sunbathers on promontory point, heads turn,
we live in a precarious place
of sometimes strange notions in the forsaken nation state. i did not get
a picture—just in my mind, but you know what i'm saying—you can
by knowing picture it.
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