Friday, March 19, 2010

Stray Dog

Like a stray dog, I don’t belong anywhere except where I don’t belong. I’m always out of context, like a car out of gas. My lot is to wander. I can never be lost. I can never be found. I’m always out of place. If you feed me once, I will come back a hundred times. I’ll sleep on your back porch.

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