Susie DeFord, 11/16/2009
Current Occupation: Dogwalking CEO
Former Occupation: You name it, I’ve probably done it.
Contact Information: http://www.susiedeford.com/
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Berserk Balloon Ballet
Big Moe won’t give me a break. Boxer bulldozer strut,
pant, and rush ready for the fight. Rearing up,
anxious screech and cry at the sight of his own kind.
Excited err—how quick crush craze can fashion
fury. Berserk ballon ballet jete, the rise and fall of ocean
waves to my metronome click calm of counterfeit
courage correction. I have to choke him off, swinging
and spinning in his silver noose. We struggle
until his tongue hangs low to the ground, until his breath
quickens, slowing him down. Only in exhaustion
can we begin again. As if in a drown-swim, I must first
render him helpless before I can save him.
I can’t push pull him into the pack before he’s ready.
I try my luck with a little cotton ball Cassidy,
she’s scared but trusts me. He tries to bat at her head,
squash her down with his big paw pound.
But I make him sit, turn menace to manners for the first
time. Curious head turned he watches her walk
and smitten smacks into the trunk of a tree. I chuckle
and walk on, he prances proud—company.
How like him you are my dear, all teeth and talk,
all hard-shell hiding soft sun yellow yolk.