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Here's the poem:
Sadie
Six years old, and for those six years I had always loved dogs.
My parents took me away for the
weekend to their friend's house, whose names I can't remember.
People I haven't seen since. But I remember their dog's name.
She was Sadie--I met her her on a Saturday.
She was brown and beautiful.
She was tall for a dog, but I was tall for a six year old.
Maybe I was too far into her personal space.
Maybe I should've read her body language, and
taken notice of her shiny, gummy teeth clenched with rage.
Should've noticed when she was jumping for me.
I should've moved out of the way.
I hit the ground before I could blink.
Six years old, and before this,
the whole world was just as beautiful as Sadie.
The world was much uglier from where I was--
lying on this strange deck that belonged to
lying on this strange deck that belonged to
people, whose names I still cannot remember.
I was bleeding.
And the more I cried, the more my lips began to rip apart.
I had to have emergency reconstructive plastic surgery to look normal again.
Even if I wanted to smile,
the thirty two stitches on my mouth wouldn't let me for much too long.
Sadie had to be put down, and I'm not sure why
that didn't make me feel better.
I'm not sure why the world's beauty had to die along with her.
Six years old, and for those six years I had always
loved dogs.
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