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By Tamara Binsfeld

It’s a regular occurrence

Almost daily

Overtaken

Suddenly

I prostrate myself

Willingly

Swept away

Teased out

This meaningless

Dimension

The four legged specter who never left my side

She wants to snuggle

Stretch her neck  

Press her head into

Whatever part is

Most accessible

Or show me things I should be abreast of

Like her loyalty in the afterlife

But mostly, remind me

She’s always here

Even if that means

 Knocking me out and yanking my essence from

my third eye

It’s comforting to know

Her persistence is eternal

As she is

Her demands are welcome to continue to Inconvenience  

How I cherish these

Astral encounters

Couldn’t care less what anyone thinks

They’ve probably never been

Rescued by a

Rescue Dog

About the author
As a writer, Tamara Binsfeld is a polyamorous whore, carelessly flinging her deepest thoughts against the wall for anyone to casually lick like a Blarney stone for the broken. But in the real world, she's made a name for herself telling the boss how much she hates her job, and dedicates her spare time to curling bars for the revolution, never ending fasting rituals, and perfecting the pose of chihuahua furniture.