Emulating the Dog
The dog's outstretched, asleep in the sun. I plan to be
Likewise soon. I'm sick. Things are not right in my
Stomach and head, so I'll put off the tasks I had hoped
To be doing. I won't go to school, though I will do some
Shopping. We're down to our last rolls of toilet paper,
A dangerous state of affairs.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-05-08 at 16:53



