What happens when you pass the new releases tables and the animals section in quick succession…

Be who you would be
if you measured everything
in dog years

Indulge in pleasures
without guilt

Break for nothing
that’s not in your way

The swirls in the corner of your vision
push weather patterns aside
to make way for the opposite effect
so it will melt into nothing
and crawl away, unnoticed

Fire and fury compete for airtime
the cat stretches
then curls up into a ball of fur
to sleep through the afternoon

In fourteen dog years
it will be morning

(18 February 2019)

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