SuZi

To jac 13 nov 99 the dog barks in the dark, chained up in an unfamiliar yard. for a moment, we are both distracted by the need to pee: for me there is a walk across the drumskin of the trailor floor in pink converse all-stars filled with fine, grey sand; for her there is a brief posture over the vines and dollarweed, and the rich odor of her water and the earth which catches it... and altho it is her neck which wears the collar, mine is chained by propiety.

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