i am a dog that lays down for electric shocks
because the pain is one degree of separation from the hand that feeds.
why do you love someone? because they earned it.
because i earned it. because you need to earn it.
i don’t bite at that hand that feeds me, but i tear the flesh from bone
in the safety of my mind. i don’t snap my jaws at it,
only bark and bark and bark
and wind myself closer until my teeth
graze skin. someday i will push too far. someday it will be real.
you know, i’ve always wondered: how do you unearn it? when does the scale tip? any
would put down a rabid mutt.