Unleashed

I’ve played dead

Master,

Applaud for rolling over, staying still

Now take me for a walk

around the years

The weather’s nice, grab the shit scoop

Watch me obey you

I fear as if from behind bars, I stare back from the pound

Hanging head low

Tail trailing lonely

Slapping me with the stare of your man hands

Choose the choke chain

One step out of place and violently tug

Call me Pet

Watch me fetch

Snare the lease sewn around my neck.

Step upon my paws, push my nose away

Now take me for a walk, just once

On the day I slip from the leather collar, the noose

I’ll mark my territory and

Piss on your shoe.

Revisiting

The room invades my mind

I can taste his breath, his stink

Sour stench trails him,

Vast and vial, like snaked-castle walls of heavy mud

Poor drunk man stocks his empties

Walks his kingdom, guards his throne

I crept upon his character, I know him well

A man so full of hot air

is suffocating here.

Blondie stands on Stilts

The other day my beautiful younger cousin, who I could identify from any distance since she happens to be entirely all legs (why she isn’t a supermodel I don’t know), told me that some ridiculously flirtatious deaf fellow wanted her phone number quite desperately. My cousin of a thousand miles of leg, just dyed her brown shoulder length hair sun-kissed blond (and it looked the way one looks great when you couldn’t be more envious) and she couldn’t stop laughing about it the attempt this stranger made to secure her digits. My runway recluse of a, what seems like a younger sister most of the time, is approached in this manner the way one would take for granted your basic human need to breath- so, naturally, men dropping at her feet isn’t something that phases her. But this apparently ridiculous flirtatious deaf fellow begged her for her phone number (via notepad and pen) and made such an impact she couldn’t help but relay this experience to all of us. All of us, that is, being myself and another mutual friend. We are a tight group of gossipy gals and we like it that way (laughs).

Where I am going with this, is that she explained her sincere regret for not providing this ridiculously flirtatious deaf guy with her digits because, she giggled innocently, she couldn’t understand how someone hearing impaired would be able to call her. And, I think there was a moment of silence as our bottled up desire to laugh (I think we all felt self conscious about seeming judgmental towards the ridiculously flirtatious deaf guy or didn’t want to seem like we were poking fun at her for looking in turmoil over it) but the desire finally sizzled to the surface and we all poured ourselves into a few minutes of constant, unmistakably loud roars that likely awoke the city . I bet we all probably contemplated in silence how he’d call her for awhile after, although whether there are available resources to assist him (is my hair blonde yet?), the highlight of the situation here is that the shocked look on her delicate face was so incredibly twisted with confusion that it was more than enough to fill my appetite for dumb blonde (even synthetically blonde) moments.