THE VOID
Sep 01, 2021
2 minutes
PHILLIP B. WILLIAMS
Our dog died in the ugly disaster
that is aloneness. She died on
the first floor, in my sister’s apartment
on a makeshift pad shifted halfway
from beneath her. And I caught the centerof her dying, the shake, the after-bittongue swelling from her mouth.My girl. Good girl. She half-died
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