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.