Praying To A Dog's Spirit Poem by Andrew Lee

Praying To A Dog's Spirit



I look deep into the eyes of my poodle,
brown eyes as talkative and piercing as a young boy...
I wipe away cold beads of sweat on my forehead,
grinding my teeth, not wanting to hear
there's dog meat and soup listed in a menu before me,
gleaming on a varnished, mahogany table in a chinese restaurant.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019
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