[Frag]ments of Bark


and she was like, i don’t know who
you are anymore. and i was like
a bit of green fuzz caught in her
sweater. (a dog could have left
me there, coughed out after the cat
dance.) and she said, last saturday

we spoke.

i lied, and said i didn’t smoke
anymore. (not since the fire.)

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