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You make me so sad, my hands hurt.
You make me so sad, I whimper in my sleep. Like the toothless old pig-dog at the sheep-country pub, my throat has a brick in its mouth. I can barely swallow. You make me so sad, I roam and roam to get away from the ache. Like an old dog running away from its mutilated tail, I pad alongside the sea; I nod at strangers- at the Indian doctor and his jerky wife- I walk past places with gardens I admire, and, in the middle of the day, I wander sadly by myself past cardboard houses, unoccupied, and intent and wordless builders and cement mixers over-heating in the sun. You make me so sad, because my canine fidelity is nothing to you compared to all that you have: your fleshy language made of tongues, your peel-away, polaroid memories, your nameless wife...(I dreamt of her. Is it Ingrid? I bullied her... Is it Gertrude?) Sometimes, I hate you, though you are just a man. I hate you the way I might hate a god, but you are just a man.
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