The American Poetry Review

MUSLIM WITH DOG

bring home baby pitbull in a Nike shoebox,
her mother left tied to a post in the Bronx
after the owner sold her kids. The puppy hops

on hind legs when happy, pees in a pot of yucca,licks the hollow in my throat when sleepingon my chest. Muslims believe a

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