Archive for September 23rd, 2011

Being Human

By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I used to be a dog
when I was born.
I became human
when I was between
two and three years
old. I never had
a tail, but I always
had a good bark.
My ears would ring
when I heard sirens. I
lost my bloodhound
sense. I have to
work all the time
and wear a suit.
I liked being a dog.
Being human is
for the birds.

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