Life on the Ledge
Mad in America
AUGUST 16, 2024
I ’m sitting on the floor of my ex-boyfriend’s spare room, rummaging through my forsaken knick-knacks, when a vintage toy poodle emerges. Her faded velvet body feels soft and clean, the black boucle loops of fur on her head and paws are rough and scratchy. Her cartoon eyes look at me inquisitively and though the tip of her nose is missing, she appears content.
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