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| "Businessmen Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth" Sue Blaustein |
Tommy is a brown and black pit bull, brindled like hiking socks. He looks undifferentiated on his side, absorbing sun. Box headed and narrow eyed, he's reconciled as tortoises, draping his flamingo tongue loosely, like a tablecloth, between his teeth. He lives in the yard to my north and yawning refreshes him, even though he wakes in North Milwaukee. There's a pit to my south too irritable, tan Missy, who snorts at softener steam from the dryer vent. She folds her articulate ears, stretches a tawny line of nipplesvain, but ridden by undercurrents of impotence and suffering. She should be the boss, but like this city under trifling leaders, Missy is thwarted and sour most of the time. |
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