Sunday, February 14, 2010

Roly, Asleep

On her back, she is vulnerable
as a marshmallow on a stick --
stomach bare to the universe.
Her top lip falls heavy, exposing
play-tiger teeth.
She breathes out sleep-scent,
stirs out dog-scent,
paws thrown out like a child's
quivering as she dreams.

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