DOG.

Dog, I'd like to dedicate a poem to you.

I would always tell my dog how I wished he would talk.
Imitate what his voice would sound like.
He rolls his eyes, farts, and walks off.
Dog.

Are you ok?

Ok. People usually say they are cool and then they laugh real loud, their laughter becomes a roar, but that laugh eventually turns into a whimper, a quiver of the lower lip and then a wail, like like Ben Stiller. None of this move like Mick Jagger stuff.

Love me please.
x

[ Lucie von Alten by Nikolay Biryukov in “End of a Season” for Fashion Gone Rogue ]