dog

the dog watches us have sex
from the bottom of the bed.
you roll each nipple
between your fingers like
corn kernels. luckily
they do not stick in your teeth
the same way. when my head
dents the plaster instead of meeting pillow,
you laugh like a bulb burning out.
the dog looks as if he might ask a question
but decides better of it.

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