Ari

Ari

I knew she was sick
when she started showing up
in E.’s office, in spite
of her disguise as a “therapy dog”.
We both knew it, even
if it was unspoken.
This little dog with a large presence,
so similar to her mistress, E.,
who doesn’t really need to wear
spiked heels to stand taller than
her diminutive stature could ever
command on physical measurement
alone.
Ari died one month ago, and
all the small people
who have to look fierce in order
to gain respect in this world
paused for a moment to
remember the little dog with
the big presence.
I count myself among them.

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