Dog days

It was a stormy night when you first showed up on the door. I gasped, picked you up, and let you inside. I took a good look at you. You were little, head bowed and shivering so hard that you won't let go of the old blanket I'd put you in it, your silent tears … Continue reading Dog days

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Childish

Indomitable eyes? Check. Petulant mood? Check. Scrawny face and arms crossed? Check. Adulthood is okay, they said. It'll be fun, they said. That's basically me at the moment. I dunno if I have bypassed Maslow's third hierarchy and return to reclaim it but I can't stand my own childishness. The way that I sulked in … Continue reading Childish