Lessons from Dogs I: Recovering from Trauma

she ran out of the kitchen,
her tail tucked between her legs,
hunched over, scared.
no matter that I assured
her that flies don’t bite
and she’d do well to
bite the fly herself.
no, she hid under my desk,
quaking until I assured
her it was safe, at which
point she ran out to meet
me, tail wagging, smiling,
as if she never had a worry
in the world.
If only we forgot our traumas
so quickly.

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