the dog rests in her
favorite spot–moments of
hard breathing pass
through her nostrils
I can hear her dreams
I wouldn’t dare disturb her
the ac kicks on and off
timed just right for
the mid-summer heat
I read stories shared by
some of the brightest
writers who have ever
held pen to paper–I’m
learning from them
tonight
I will lower myself
into the darkness–my
lips curved to perfection
and I will sing softly
to myself and to the dog
a lullaby that will push
happiness back into
the both of us
A Cornered Gurl 
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