dog

sometimes people compliment me on my drawings, and
i want to say, "i
am not really an artist, i mimic
and i trace" though
i suppose there is an art to echoing
i bristle like a cat because the critics are staring me down
by painting this city in my blood i have attended myself to the invisible audience.
they win the thumb war, they
always win, so i
pretend that i do not want and want and want, i
curl up next to my boyfriend who is a werewolf
i cage him up every dark of the full-moon, we
curl up on top of pillows and leaves,
the audience is applauding to their own devices
i warned my family to be sensitive and not
to mention my boyfriend's teeth
i pray that mother won't try the door.