and before lunging into the deep dirt,
deep, deep
into the the ditch that death dug for him,
he scooped my heart,
mutually deep,
with his little puppy paws,
of pistachio bits,
and love bites
to take it with him,
like a kid fleeing with
unpaid ice cream cone.
So, if you ever see Asskan
please please tell him for me,
for the love of God,
that what I need back
is him;
