and I am the china.
I know you
ground-pawing beef,
always thinking
you can win
by throwing your weight around,
snuffling your ugly head
back and forth
back and forth,
drooling
until you charge,
break innocence
into a zillion pieces.
can’t get you out the door,
can’t stop your attack,
can’t save the precious,
too much ever
to sweep up.
Guess I better never
let you in.
Originally published in Five Fleas