In my dog brain I am easily loved or mauled. In my dog brain I sense I’m sealed inside something metal, air temperature rising. my I-ness keeps sloughing The subject’s position : kennel, wire door,…
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Ronnie Wood And Rod Stewart Made Small Faces Into Faces
the caption reads Takes Pictures of Her S**t underneath the schoolteacher who wears a two-toned skirt and a pullover sweater with an appliqué of a Bichon Frisé the retired driving instructor Bertrand rarely discusses the…
Blue Nude
after Matisse You have pencil-scarred knees, foot-soles. Bones and flesh round as worry-stone. If I took that right arch as if to rub clear the sweeping marks, you would press into my firm grip.