Good morning, puppy. Why’d you have to make it weird, though?

You tightrope up and down my narrow frame

From my ankle to my collarbone

I don’t know how you balance.

Sometimes, you manage to curl up on my hips

Without hanging a single piece of fur over my edges

But come the morning, you don’t do that

No, you stand on my chest

And study my sleeping expression very closely, your eyes wide, tongue lolling

Until I wake up and it changes

Into fear and shock as I scream

“Oh, my GOD! Oh..hey, puppy…what the fuck?”

Its awkward. This morning came at 4am.

I tell my friends, “you should really get a puppy. It’s worth it.”

Oh, the things I manage to forget.

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