You Need a Bath

the intercontinental greyhound
exists, speaking kicking-screaming,
wagging his rapturous tail, growling
alternately, a big bundle of mixups,
delays, all snarls and smiles, all
too present with his hot breath and
animal presence, the closing space
between us and turning up the
volume turning over tray-tables,
an adolescent aerobatic animal
stretching his goddamn legs where
he pleases, the picasso boundaries
in the wrong places.

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