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the dog leaps
inelegant uncoordinated movement
nails digging into the red
unforgiving flesh
of the my car
leaving signs of his affection
in white writing
scratches on a jail cell wall
as I pull my keys from the ignition

there is a chalkboard in my phone
being scraped
over and over
wailing
protesting the injustice
of another days events
I reach down
and gently pull the cord

the page turns
the plot thickens
like grandma’s chicken soup
as the world moves slowly on
like the snail on my porch
slimy and slippery
he runs