a permanent safe space for the codependent

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the dog follows me
everywhere I turn.
there’s one entrance,
one exit. she thinks
her safe space is
on the brink of
busting through the
walls to leave her
behind.

I have nowhere to go
that will not include
her unless it’s her
spirit I plan to carry
when she’s long
gone.

perhaps that is
tomorrow, maybe
four months from
now, or it could be
a year later, but her
safe space is still
safely planted until
SHE is not.

I am kind of sticking to these daily blurbs of poetic thoughts via Substack notes. More than likely, I’ll keep sharing them here.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

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