The pages are frayed
after years of writing,
our stories differ
from the cities
to suburbs
and out past the junkyards.
Where do dogs go when they have too much bark?
The same place we humans go we have too much drive?
Glass ceilings seem to fuck up our high,
so we walk the tightrope
trying to find a back door…
Oh Lord!
- Dom S. Flagg 2016