People With Bodies Dog Brain
My teeth aren't white
They've turned the color that my face is.
The map is big.
I dig my claws between the spaces.
And through the trees,
I run at night, where they can't see me.
In the road
I see my face in passing cars.
My back is strong
I know the name of every star.
And I'm patiently waiting for you
to let go of my neck.