Signal Hill

I shake the leashhoping the vibrationsloosen your bladderI hold youover a bushbeside a hydrantand next to a treeyet you refuseWe keep climbingthe hill We reach the top,our home entangledin the ghettobelow, you decideyou’re ready andlet loose a streamof neon yellow,a small puddletrickling along thesidewalk You’ve finishedbut we stand hereThe wind forcingair into mynostrils, your noseperked upBoth searching forour scent in thecity surroundingthe…

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