I slept for too long and
Started having nightmares.
One about a pitbull
Who was disowned by his family
And followed me home.
He frightened me so I never let him in
But instead of leaving
He stood on his hind legs
And pressed his weight against my apartment
Door.
My lock is loose and my door is thin;
Something I’ve meant to tell my landlord
About—
So with every move the dog made the lock would come undone.
Though, instead of letting the creature in
My dream self sat at the door
Pressing my back against his weight
In refusal of letting my fears inside.
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