What I’m Angry At Today

The pet supply store changed hands.
The new owners have a yorkie.
I am afraid of yorkies.
Once I was bitten by one.
It lunged at my leg and left a scar
from its tiny sharp teeth.
I go in the pet supply store
to buy cat food. The yorkie is sitting on the counter.
While paying the bill, my hand comes
perilously close to the yorkie’s jaws…


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