there She was

the fattest dog i have every seen.

people in the waiting room looked askance,

as the toenails tapped out illegible Morris code as She waddled in.

our eyes met,

as the person on the other end of the leash said, to no one in particular,

“she’s a boxer mix.”

Her little Pitbull face wrinkled up at the lie…

and then she play bowed!

Right to me!

What a Good Girl!

Why must we deny who we really are?

Why must we lie about who we love?

We are all big fat bundles of divinity!