The response comes at midnight…

Every dog has his day.

He lays himself out

full length

(every day

every day

every day…)


below him she stands

on a kitchen chair

with a broom.


The rug against his face, he feels

her anger through the floor —

ragged echoes of

the music he turned up

just for this.


She presses her hand against

the ceiling

and listens.

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