Dog Planet

Brad Bostian

The husk is off the walnut.
She turns it with her paws and teeth,
Eyeing it down her long nose
Like a Chinese wood puzzle.
It isn't that her jaws aren't hard enough to crack it,
It's the roundness and the world it makes.

Later when the nut is inside her
And the broken shell strewn across the bed,
She curls around herself again, a world.


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