Look at what we made
in the open air
of a post-Halloween morning
when our dog slumped down the stairs
and collapsed into a heap
at the foot of our tree.
We could have waited till it died
but we fed it
and we watered it
and we watched it grow
as we sat back
and did nothing.
Sometimes I wish
we looked after ourselves
instead of our dog.
Drink
drink
drink—
regret is a fatal flaw.
We sit here
and call out its name
while we wash our thoughts away
in a plastic baggie
filled with medication.
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