Go Home, You're Drunk | Becca Hawk
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My neighbors are dogs in atticsThe 15th street husky never barked aboutparties, even when the cops did.His owners enjoyed their shed-cum-methlab,McDonalds bags traveling in and out the front door.I heard him in the mornings, displacing late night visitors —he woke my house and after the door closed I didn’t mind.The Martin street chihuahua barked only whenhis owners weren’t home and to me. His head peekedunder the blinds and he was ugly but I liked him better thanthe golden on the dirt road hill who chased me beforeI could run, slobbered my favorite periwinkle skirtthe afternoon he got loose. It all scares me —my own attic, its window, whatbarks when my neighbors look in.
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