dueling Dalmatians in the turquoise dog park

we stopped frequenting the morning our dog
got chomped on the neck I remember Nick shaking
waking me with punctured hands of course he’d reached
into the attacker’s mouth that’s not how it’s done
we learned that day you strangle the thing
whose teeth are sunk in something you love
all animals on this earth will unclench for air
how tired I am of the incisors of skyline bedazzled
on the T-shirt of the bare-bellied teenager posing
over there before a background of firemen
the street suited up for perpetual selfie
oh Madison Avenue I was wrong
never to glue on fake eyelashes and shower
in the diamonds of your unused rescue water