Hank
Let's workshop this poem about a dog owner's attempt to get his dog to loosen up a bit
Hank
Taking in how straitlaced
the dog is (it brings him its leash
to go out; it sticks to his leg
at dog parks), duty demanded
he shake things up: if not
getting it into scuffles or tang,
in the very least—he puts
the blunt’s lit end in his mouth—
blasting smoke up its nose.
