9 PM

My husband plucked a

starved and shaking thing

out of the street

on his way home from work.

A gaunt and dirty

rat of a dog,

and brought it home to me.

How could he have known

at the time

that picking up

that shivering mutt

would keep his wife alive

better than any pill?

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