when i wake up there are two small pieces of poop
next to the bottom of the bed. the dog looks at me
looks at the poop looks back at me
presses his ears flat against the sides of his head.
i want to beat the hell out of him right there, where
we sleep. but my boyfriend is still sleeping.
so i take the dog to the street in front of the house
where he is too far from his own shit to understand
the reason behind my heavy hands. his yelps echo
off the other houses, no one steps out to see
what all the fuss is about.