barking
barking
irritation dog in my head–
go stand in the road —
go die
you make my throat hurt
i don’t even like talking
so stop stealing my voice
go die and let me be
silent
unless I can be sweet-toned
and no dog
yelping unimportant excitement
at the smallest thing
worrying every bone
shut up
i won’t feed you
get out
i won’t house you
i’m not going to say it again
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