walking home again
sniffing and licking his own balls just to know
they are there. Just to know
congenital fleas have not sucked him
dry. How the girls stop
to pet him tethered to his post. Like most dumb dogs,
tangled, impotent feet and handsome indeed. Pity
makes eyes, makes the case without
as much as a whimper.
I spit. The road is full of dogs.
My leftovers are long gone and I hate
these girls as much as anything.
Aisha. Edwards, walking home again
American, b. 1982, playing from Portland, OR, USA
t.a. edwards has published poetry in several journals including Transmission Magazine and by Neo Press. She is a former contributor to Folks Press Magazine in Portland, OR. She works full time as a therapist.