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What if I was a dog and I finally caught a car?

Would I salivate over twisted metal in my mouth

Cuddling upon a tire unhinged from the axle

A sparkplug bleeding brake fluid at my feet?

Would I leap into the passenger seat 

Tearing the upholstery limb from limb

pissing on the dashboard 

and gnawing at the steering wheel?

I dream of this car where the hood tears like foil

where lugnuts drip to the floor
the curves of the hubs shred at my claws

while oil douses my furry fro 
from beneath the idling engine

that I've conquered in the back alley

behind the yard where I take my naps
in the shade of the surrounding white pickets.