Pouring Out
I am crafted like jello
from hot and cold water,
and I look like gems
My dog has taught me
love is lovely and clumsy
and slobbery
And it is okay if you have to
clean up the water because nobody
put the cap on the bottle (again)
I think I cannot exist
without technology or you
because I am scared of bugs
But also I think that
I am scared of being alone
and dry
Thank goodness.
Between you and the dog,
I never will be
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