Max cold nose warm heartIn The space between creating–

NOT my special place to be

It’s full of sad and “arms are empty”

listless, flat and empty . . .

ennui

He gave me purpose

when I felt alone and useless looking for another place to anchor life.

How can smalls be so large when

large things are empty

and ceased to care or be the part of what they are to me

the smalls are nice and good and kind except for Maxie Boy bit mine

when I would try to interfere

with some imagined slight I might have messed with sense of self

I do not know

a thing so small can bring such joy and join me to the call of love I cannot feel when all else fails I want to feel

loved

and loving is so easy with a small and feisty soul whose garrulousness behold

said not a word against me no,

but a bite, or two, would work for “no”.

I think a bite is much preferred to words or silences of hate–a bite–Max cold nose warm heartyes there’s an antidote for that.

But where’s the salve for punctured hearts and lonely souls????

 

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