No Dog

poems Andrei Codrescu; original art Catherine Tafur

A new fashionable way of walking swept through the snazzier sections of the dying American empire in the first quarter of the 21st century, namely walking as if you had a fancy dog on a leash.

Among these street aristocrats one could glimpse now and then a number of clones walking and running like their fashion idols, with one shoulder higher than the other, heads lifted in expectation of the wind ruffling their tresses, and a covert vibe that read "Dig my dog?"

I tried. But when I looked at where the object of their pride should have trotted or minced, there was nothing. No dog.

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