who's a good boy?

 who’s a good boy?

the dog is walking me today, despite

the fact that i'm the one that bought the leash.

he yanks my arm out of the socket, barks,

runs after some plump squirrel. makes me look

so childish. standing there, abandoned, like

the time you took my virtue out the door

and told the dog, while smiling, to go fetch,

and i just watched it happen. chew toy-esque.