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Dogwood seeds blow through empty kennels bogged by bleach and Dawn If you walk with purpose, you’re invisible to the Catahoula Leopard dog and his howl Hannah stops at every piece of parking lot debris cigarettes half-burned, pop tabs, peanut shells If you can live with the vice in your chest Tabby will wait to close her eyes needle thrumming with death and love songs from the mouth of Rabbit – undetermined sex with scars on hir ears If you can stand the glass with greasy forehead prints be part of this non-profit (freak) show the three-legged pit bull laughs