Inside of a Dog ~ Friday, February 13, 2026

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.

~ Groucho Marx

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Take the body, how difficult it is
as a human being to live inside
killing machines without a care to harm
each day, to wake up in the bubbly fizz

transformed by the need to guzzle a drink
how selzer water helps us to confide
each day, after a night out, the alarm

blares each morning to wake up, roosters crow
only on the farm, in the country, think
decide what is best, mineral water
yes, effervescent, boiling up, not hot

hot water for her shower, your daughter
once in the desert, a fever, she caught
welcome the body, as the rivers flow

down into the sea, itself, a body
if you could feel your feet, neuropathy
forget about the sciatica pain
fumble and tumble, drink a hot toddy
if proprioception you lack, just wait
caution to you and your daughter, Cathy
until you remember, inside your brain
longing for a past that is no longer
tough break but you know how it is, the bait

in your hand, on the hook, to catch a fish
tell it like it is, you wake up, unwoke

is enlightenment too much to ask, wish
suffering and sorrow would end, too broke

as an artist, too weak to be stronger
still aging could never be more wronger

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