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When we were dogs


your back
was dusk
hoisting the white sheets
prancing the hallways
your voice was
the noise of locusts
songs this house heard
and nailed its doors
hid the bones
inside lingerie drawers
marked territory while
a moon outside made us
back up our bodies
as if for battle
I’m in love with someone else
the words skinned my head
until there was nothing
but the symmetry of a picture
on a night stand
the illustration of
how we found each other
on a road of leaning trees
you spotted this girl
the unbolted ear under my scarf
quartered your wail
love me…love me…love me
you aimed towards me
as if to lick me
lick me to health

Silvia Bonilla