• Carly Feinman

Day 23- 10.9.20

She’s a dog, I know

But her face is so human, at times,

it knocks me straight off my feet.

It’s the freckled nose, I think,

or that plump bottom lip, and

the smirk her eyebrows produce

when she’s waiting.

Right now, she’s curled up against my leg

like a sleepy kid, head nestled on knee,

dreaming of breakfast.


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