No one buys the old dogs
No one buys the sick ones
They cost too much
They die too fast.
So I guess I'm an old, sick dog.
I spend so long looking for
love
that I sometimes just lie
against the bars
pretending they're just cold arms
hugging me tight.
I don't feel sick
But the price displayed on my cage
keeps dropping
And I'll always wonder -
always
- if my lover got me
because I'm cheap.
I'll always wonder
if he'll one day realize
he doesn't have to have
a sick dog.

Jonathan W. Thurston-Torres