“COMING BACK FROM GOING OUT”

I pulled opened the heavy front door
to my apartment building
and the two tiny puppies sprang out at me;
Their owner’s voice trailing behind them,
ahead of me, and around the corner.

“No! No! Toby! Mika!
Come back!
I’m putting you on leashes!
You’ve both been bad boys!”

She rounded the corner,
apologizing to me,
with her tight silver jogging outfit.

“I’d be a bad boy too,” I mumbled—
“if I had you around
to pick my shit up for me.”

The door slammed shut behind me—
and then I rounded the corner,
pounded the elevator button,
and hopped inside, heading to five.
I’d already been out for my walk.

narrative poem written on 03-19-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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