I have a mask in my closet
And I have a dog
I have a whining in my ear
And it's not the dog.
I want to bring you to the shore
Walk a while without speaking
Slip your hands in my pockets
And sway until we erode.
When the whining starts to spit I sprint to the closet
Slip on the mask
Give a swift kick and split to the bathroom
Rip off and resist
My face is a void of mirror magnetism
I come back warped and regretful
A convenient mix
I have a dog in my house
And he doesn't recognize me.
My heart aches with an imitated naïveté
I get him a bowl of water
And scratch behind his ears
An airplane drones
The kitchen clock ticks
I have a mask in my mirror
And a dog in my fridge
I want to slip your hands into my pockets
And sway until we erode.
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