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Day 27- 10.13.20

Smother me awake, little one


Each morning

while I'm still asleep

my ten pound dog

jumps onto my neck.


She then jollies up and down my torso

prancing happily along my ribs

and lungs, my spleen and stomach,

then back up to the neck.


She does this marvelous little tap dance

as if, should she fail to pitter patter upon my windpipe,

the world would just

poof

cease to exist.



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