This is the dog I adopted. I found
her on the streets in a nearby city,
she’d been living off of scraps children threw
her for about a week. Her previous
owners abandoned her in their front yard.
This is my mother. She likes her tea plain.
She takes the bus before dawn, comes home late
after dusk. Do you see the bruises on
her feet? This is my nephew, he can’t sleep
alone, blames himself for his parents’
divorce. He cries sometimes, hides in my room,
and says I make him less lonely. This is
my sister, she’ll take care of the house when
I’m gone. Yes, I’m leaving them all behind.
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