• Carly Feinman

Day 38- 10.24.20

And yet

When at her most excited, my dog

surrenders completely and dramatically

with an affected roll onto her back.

Her belly, both saggy and

mole-covered from years of

reveling in chaos and nomadic zeal,

well it may not be the most common

standard of beauty, for a dog or otherwise.

And yet, the way she

presents it

upon the golden platter of

true joy

says otherwise.


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