The dog
(sunstained ginger)
tears cereal boxes with
chortled breath
(a scrap extracted from
skin-flap cheeks),
until the sunbeams are
dressed in hard-cut edges.
We mirror its
destructiveness,
and all our energies led
to this:
a messy, drool-smeared
carpet
in unlovely beige.
Slopingly, it comes to
rest,
aloof and reasonless
in grey confetti flakes.
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