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 


My lock is loose and my door is thin;

Something I’ve meant to tell my landlord 


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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