the kind that can't keep her ass still
when her tail wags.
the kind that can't keep her focus
at the mere sound of the door opening
where you keep her leash.
the kind that, when she does
get her chance to be outside,
forces you under her
wiggling, sniffing mercy
because it's so god damn hard
to tell her no.
those eyes, they could kill
and she--nonsentient--
is leading me. I
the 'wiser' being, am
mindlessly willing.
[if all were truly fair then
none of this
would matter]
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