Pick me up

by the scruff,

shake me

on this journey


letting me feel

the loose camouflage

of this skin,

the jumbled bones



the helpless hanging,

alert and shining eyes


willing to be carried

to safety,

set down

in new alignment.


So much of what felt true

has tumbled,

I would be adrift

but for this warm bite

near my wobbling spine,

surrender to a voyage

with paws resting briefly in air.

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