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On Fixing
- Kathrine Duval
- Apr 25, 2019
- 1 min read
Some kind of sadness in the
skin of the dog—neck cut crisp
against the leash—
hand—stranger—tugging along
nature false—around the pond
three times—garrote on the bark—
by domestic dullest—remembered path—
back behind walls—dog
trained—loves in accord.
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