& I shall name him Victor

He told me, “If we move to St. Andrews
then we can get a dog.” Here, he maintains
he is like a dog, close enough to a dog –
he is shaggy, he is smelly, he brings mud
into the house, shakes his tail when I walk
through the door. Like a dog, but not a dog
I must remind him. One day, that dumb animal
loyalty will fade. He promises he will love me
unconditionally, but we both know how
unnaturally that comes.

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