My family always had a dog
My mother, brother, and I
He would sit by the door and pounce on your lap
Breath heavy with smells of canned meat
Tail wagging with excitement
My family pitied it but I knew better
It was a mutt
Stupid and naïve
Hinging on every last word that left peoples mouth
He’d follow you to the edge of the earth
Just to jump off with you
my father loved it to death but never had time
working or searching
for a distraction
the dog would stare out the window waiting for him
breath fogging the window so he wouldn’t have to see his reflection
or see my father’s car driving past without stopping
my mother would scream
get away from the window, she didn’t want to
clean it again
and so I stopped waiting at the window
and instead, rest my head on the cold kitchen tiles
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