I paid off my hospital
bills from the overdose
And then I got myself bit
by a dog.
I tell this story among
friends with a punchline:
I thought it would be fun
to play naked fetch
In the fenced-in backyard
on a sunny spring morning
And when the paramedics arrived
I was still naked
And of course they were
good looking, rim-shot, laughter.
Funny, yes, but I still
hear the screeching of
The jealous fight, two
beloved dogs
Rolling toward me almost
cartoonishly
Gnashing at one anothers’
jugulars, pulling me
Into the swell of fur and
saliva when I tried to wrench them apart.
I still see the crazed
eyes and heavy teeth that missed
My jugular but left a
crack in my wrist and craters
On my arms before I
managed to close them
In separate rooms. I still
see the paramedics follow
The trail of blood and fur
to find me and the truth is
That this tale has a
moral, not a punchline:
Anything can be used as a weapon
When I am angry enough
with myself.
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