Poetry · Writing

zoo trip

i do not believe you-

the truth labeled across your forehead

only after caught with dripping hands

do not bother walking over that threshold

you are no longer welcome walking over me

i caught you

the lingering aroma

the paw prints on your shoulder and back

did you enjoy the zoo?

brought some souvenirs with you

verified parking stamp

and a pressed penny

glad you had a good time

now walk your ass back there

and see if it’s open past midnight.

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