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  • Gary Hunter

It's These Moments - Aug. 29, 2022

Oliver never awakens

grumpy or groggy

always plugged in

he springs onto my chest

his night breath smells

like the wake

of a passing

trash truck

his tongue the mop that

slops my cheeks and nose

as the tail wags

with each laugh

whose increased volume

triggers more and faster licks

those charcoal eyes

probe me for the moment

I moan and move the sheets

as he leaps off me

when I slide off the bed

he circles twice

in front of my pillow

and falls fast asleep


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