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Fela: the Luck of a Dog The last thing I remembered was the car. It was coming straight towards me. I tried to run away, but I just wasn't fast enough. I heard the screeching of tires. There was an instant of pain, then nothing. "Is this death?" I wondered as I slipped into unconsciousness. If only I were that lucky.
I woke up in a strange place. My head felt fuzzy, there was a numbness in my leg, and my senses were dull. I slowly began to become more aware of my surroundings. I was in one of many metal cages along the wall of a white room that smelled strongly of unfamiliar people, cats, and dogs. Through a closed door on the other side of the room, I could hear faint noises. I lifted my ears up to hear people talking. Within my cage, I was lying on a soft bed made of stuffing covered with wool. There was a small bowl of water but there was no food anywhere. Except for one other sleeping dog on the opposite side of the room, I was alone.
I felt the need to get up and
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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