Pets
How would it be
if all the versions of your imperfect self,
you did not abandon,
but kept out of compassion and love
of all tapped-out mutts.
They are faithful in their own sketchy way
and you, not wanting yet
to put them down; nurse them along.
For now you take yourself for a walk
with your assorted menagerie
hang tough, while gauging
all those most necessary steps
away from your former
beastly being.
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