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teachable, each moment

I tell the dog,
Stay.
Say it again. And again.
We both know
he heard me
the first time.
I repeat it anyway,
as if he can be taught
to be more like a human—
We who are so divided
within
that to get our attention
another of our kind
must say our name
over and over
before we listen
before we lift
to meet their eyes

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